Dairy of an Insomniac (aka listen im dramatic just let me live)

The nightmares are all consuming and even though I know they're not real I never forget them, even the ones I don't remember come morning. 

 That sounds impossible but there's just something, some deep subconscious part that remembers the feelings they bring. Not emotions, the physical feeling of doing something simple, like reaching out for a cup on the table, and knowing something happened to me once upon a nightmare.

 It not easy to 'logic' those thoughts away.  So all I can do is push through the day and wait for night to come again so I might replace that crippling terror of the mundane, the closet in the hall or noise outside with no visible cause, with a much better and simpler fear of clowns or spiders.