I dreamt that my brother died, and we had a wonkin' big funeral and everything.

Then bad things kept happening to us all and it was theorised that his spirit was unrestful and causing the trouble.

I thought about how he had been such an asshole to me before and reckoned yea probably that would be him.

But I thought about him dying so suddenly and leaving his son and wife behind, and took pity on him.


Shreds, fragments, shards. No wonder I always feel so exhausted after a night's sleep. They are like damn dramatic.

Go insomnia.