The Dreamlands: Ramblings of an Insomniac

by EarthBound Pwny

First published

The sun is gone, the lights are off, and we lie in bed. Half-formed ideas race around, fusing and breaking apart and coming back together. Memories swirl, with random associations that make no sense. Fragments of dreams plague the mind, and the same thought is repeated: "What does it mean? What does it mean? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"
This is a compiliation of that nightly mental mess.