Dream #512

Stardate -309958.6781139017. Sittin' in my lil' workstation, i found this interestin site. This dream was last nite, follows a blackout from a alcohol binge and it was somethin like this: I was talkin to my ex, tellin' him i love him too much and that's why we cant continue to fuck. I say that it's too intense, that i dont want him but i love to fuck him and then sleep with him. I tell him it would be perfect if we spent our sleepin hours together but not the rest of'em. I cry. I keep pickin things and puttin them in their 'right' places. He keeps quiet, just observing. His silence gets me startled. He leaves, i start goin mental over this old issue, the whole lovers matrix/amants reguliers in which we play our role.. I tremble from every bone, im nervous, anxious, i see myself from outside, acting like this.. I cut myself and wake up in the hospital, him and the other one are next to me. I didnt die.