Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

For the past three nights, I've had progressively worse dreams. This may explain why I'm up at 5:45 on a Saturday morning.

These are the normal 'bad' dreams, there are no monsters, no one is chasing me; but they leave me will a feeling of unease. They seem real and I think that's what makes them so upsetting.

I'm sure I can handle more of these, because the unease really only lasts until I get in the shower, but why the hell would I want to?

I hope for better ones tonight.