I guess three nights without any weird dreams isn't too bad. That's a streak for me, probably the longest I've ever had. And last night wasn't bad at all, just a little surreal.
Had a Belter guy try to explain dreams to me once, I'm pretty sure he was drunk. I'm pretty sure we both were. But the chemicals, you know, and there was something about frogs and a bunch of weirdos who lived on an old movie set in the middle of the desert and killed some people or something. Shit if I remember. We were trashed. It was a weird conversation. Actually, I'm not sure if that conversation wasn't actually a dream too. Now that I think about it-
I need something to do. I need something to fix. My hands are starting to get anxious, which is making the rest of me anxious and I know from a lot of experience that this can only lead to trouble.