I don't rest when I sleep, and my crap doesn't take a vacation when things are shitty.

I dreamed that I had moved into a high rise apartment building. I was on the fiftieth floor and I was not okay with that. I was worried about being up that high. There was a balcony there, but I was afraid of that, too. My unit was very small and not fully enclosed from my neighbor because the inside wall was incomplete. I liked her, though. Still, I hoped she wouldn't be too chatty. I found out that we were both a part of the same organization and that is how we ended up in the high rise. There were things we were supposed to do while we were there, but I don't remember what. Some kind of training. Then, I went out somewhere with my neighbor and some of the others from the building. It was then that I realised I was being stalked and that someone had stolen my identity. I saw another building that wasn't as high. I knew it was a maternity hospital and that babies were being born in there. I wanted to go see them, but the people from my high rise and the people who stalked me wouldn't let me.

One of many dreams, just one act of the circus that lives in my head.