2004-05-24 - 9:54 p.m.

I dreamed that, even though it was two in the morning, the sun was smashing through my window, relentless. I was buzzing with life, unable to sleep, just like in real life -- so much consciousness to seize. My mom said that since it was so bright out at two AM, it would be dark in the daytime, but I didn't care, because the sky was suddenly streaked with pre-apocolyptic life, blood red clouds and a restless sun, bleeding into each other and weaving in and out of the trees like ghosts.