Weird things have been showing up on my dreams lately. Weird things that I remember pretty vividly even hours after I woke up. Things that, to be honest, I’d rather not remember. Sometimes I wonder whether those images, or scenes, really happened to me in real life. Maybe my mind just suppressed them to the deepest basement of my thoughts. Maybe that can explain some shit about my personality, or even my body. Ah shit, ‘tang ina. I hope I never end up going legit crazy in the scientific sense of the word.