I'm so tired, I don't know what to do. I can feel my consciousness slowly slipping away and becoming faded into the brink of what appears to be my foggy reality. Soon, if I do not move much or find a different position to sit in and type away from, my mind will be consumed with the vivid hallucinations we call dreaming. Dreaming. Funny thing, isn't it? It can showcase your innermost desires, as well as your deepest, darkest fears. The kind of things that would get you to squeal like a hog being butchered, if you were ever confronted with them in the waking world.

Dreams...