my dreams… i don’t even know what to say about them. they feel like i’m dying. the dream itself is normal (or not so normal as it may be) but when i wake up and remember it, i have this very distinct and specific feeling of what it was like in 96. i can taste the hospital air. everything is a little too quiet, but then sounds seem extra loud. the air temperature never changes. and i exist within and just beyond my skin in a way that is liberating and terrifying. communication is fucked up on a soul level. i don’t like it. i haven’t had flashbacks in years and years, but this pretty fucking close.