[ WP ] An insomniac gets the best sleep he 's had in years , except the next day , he ca n't stop thinking about a dream he had ...

It was a bittersweet victory. 
 
 Finally, after years of shallow sleeping for rarely more than an hour at a time, I had managed to rest properly; And boy had I needed it. I slept like a baby for 21 hours straight, feeling adequately refreshed for the first time since I was a child. I almost cried when I saw my reflection; The black bag's underneath my eyes were absent for the first time in as long as I could remember, my eyes themselves shined with reinvigorated life and my appearance as a whole seemed liberated from the drollness which had so long held my homely features captive. 
 
 Most importantly however I felt good. I felt good, I felt alert, conscious of my environment and ready to go out into that big world and stop sulking in my own little corner of misery. My options seemed limitless, I could go back to school, I could start a band, I could write a book; life had opened up to me overnight. 
 
 That's when I noticed something was there... something was in my mind... some sort of thorn that I did n't want to look at in the wake of my spiritual revival... The new me was not one to avoid personal conflict, I was going to handle this situation like a boss. 
 
 I sat down and closed my eyes, giving the subject my full attention. Oh, silly me, It was just an interesting dream I had last night that seemed to want proper acknowledgement. It certainly deserved such considering my indulgence in the matter may have been what kept me asleep that night. Slowly, fragments of the dream began revealing themselves as they so strangely do and I began to piece the puzzle together. 
 
 Then I smashed the puzzle against my subconscious and the thorn inside my mind returned. 
 
 Trapped. I refused to see the story my dream fragments conglomerated into, but I could n't start my new life being held back by this thorn.... I barely slept a wink that night. 
 
 In fact, my sleep arrangement soon returned to the soul crushing schedule that I had been trapped on for so many years, it was torturous. Having caught a brief glimpse at sobriety, my ability to cope with the situation was nonexistent. I began to go a bit mad. I spiraled into a very dark place, considering things that I am ashamed to admit, but I just could n't go on. 
 
 Then I had another twenty hour sleep session; and another thorn was placed in my head. 
 I made a promise to myself then and there. I did n't care what the thorn was, this time I would face it, kill it, and move on with my life. 
 
 I closed my eyes and began to recall pieces of my dream. 
 
 *A chaotic world, magma seeping through cracks of brittle rocks as tornadoes ravaged the backdrop. I was a child, wandering the brutal scene aimlessly, there was only one other person, an adult. * 
 
 anyway the guy was a child molester and he beat the repressed memory and slept good for deh rest of his life yay. sry I have to go otherwise I woulda finished properly lol 
 
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