Sometimes I wish my dreams would leave alone. The constant blur of colours, people and movements all swirled up in my own mad head. It is scaring the hell out of me and distorting the routine. I wake up as tired as I gone to bed except that my hair looked messier. I dream about the oddest thing such as myself flying, dying and well dreaming.

Source: lookbook

I am spending quite a lot of effort in my dreams already that my mind has no energy for reality.