M:I heard Jamal from 90th street watched that tape last week and this mornin' he woke up dead! CJ: How the hell do you wake up dead? M:Cause' you're alive when you go to sleep. CJ:So you're telling me you can go to bed dead and wake up alive? M: You can't go to bed dead! That shit would've been redundant. CJ:No it wouldn't cause' you can go to bed and not be dead, and you can die and not be in the bed. M:But you are in the bed. That's how you wake up dead in the first place fool!
This is me to the Nth degree! THIS is one reason why I don't sleep well. I'm either too excited thinking about the good stuff in life (or dreaming up stupid scenarios) or thinking of all the stupid stuff I've ever done and how I wish I could change it.
my dreams My dreams….I hate them. I don’t know how else to put it. I dread going to bed every night. I long to know a “good night’s sleep.” A good night of sleep, for me, is more than 90 minutes. A good night of sleep is not waking screaming or reliving–not waking in a cold sweat, fearful and panicking. .. http://noworkingtitle.org/dreams/ #noworkingtitle #givethemavoice