I keep having this pretty terrifying (warning, actually pretty horrifying) dream where I'm (me but not meish?) like.... how do I describe it? Like some kind of homunculus. I'm just trying to live life, and then another me suddenly yanks me from what I'm doing and tosses me into a garbage can. I'm like confused, why this person seems so pressed by my existence, but as I lay in a crumpled heap in a sack in the garbage, I can feel like my body collapsing in on itself and I can like feel my sternum breaking and my lungs failing, and I can't breathe. The person is just saying things like "you just need to die" with disgust. And as the realization sets in that I'm like the failed experiment version of myself, I'm just like dreadfully wondering why I just couldn't live too. Then as I'm continuing whatever that was, fade to black. Pain. Death.
Then, it just... starts over again. But a bit different. And it just keeps on cycling through the same like... 3, 4 different scenarios that all end in a slow death.
I've only slept for like... 3 hours? Maybe less? Now I've got a headache, ringing, and I really couldn't breathe because my nose was stopped up. I think I had this dream yesterday too?
Okay back to sleep I guess???