night terrors

i've been having a fuckload of bad dreams lately. almost nightly, it seems. i don't know if it's the sudden heat or the clock ticking down on the lease or just the greater uncertainty of everything beyond august. the feeling of being alone in the world (against the world...?) is palpable. more than palpable. devastating.

the dreams vary in nature and severity, but they all tend to involve arguments in public places. last night's involved a big truck. the details of the narratives blur and bleed, but they don't fade enough to shake them easily.

quite tired this mourning. arguing in your dreams all night doesn't afford you much rest. this is a bad time. need to sharpen up before the sky caves in.