Being chased by someone. Falling from a height. Having my teeth fall out. Being sucked into the vacuum of space. Attacked by spiders…I can deal with all of these scenarios better then when I wake up. At least i felt some fear, at least i felt something at all even if they are just nightmares. But living is the REAL nightmare. As “bad” as my dreams can be, it’s paradise compared to the padded room reality i live in. I go to bed at night hoping I have that wild dream. Give me some other world to reside in. Anywhere but here. Anything that gets me out of my strait jacket