So I had this dream I couldn't see my hands or my feet but I knew that they should busy I didn't know where I was or where I was going but I was going to get there Who was I with were the decisions I was making mine frantic frantic frantic my mind was racing like i assumed by feet were unable to focus but determined to accomplish to make to do unfocused energy tunnel vision - but a blur what was my purpose what did I need to be doing what was I doing flashes of color clashing of sounds loosing control but holding it together I didn't know whether to cry or to scream - I was hurled into a screaming cry My eyes and mouth were open but I remained voiceless - muscles paralyzed I awoke - propped up - empty take-out wrappers by my side - familiar smell of cat urine - bathroom faucet drips - neighbor stomps upstairs I was in my apartment. I had fallen asleep while reading a book. I breath a sigh of relief. The clock reads 4:11 - the sun is fading. The phone rings. "He man. What cha doin tonight?...Hell yeah we should get fucked up. Be over in a bit."