Oddity Two - ScribeOfTime

My hair is getting to an objectively long point. I don't get nightmares anymore, let alone dreams when I sleep. I think I've chalked it towards my psychiatric cocktail of medicine since I was 14. I've taken them all, religiously, righteously...since that age too. My sleep related issues always acted as a precursor...towards what then? I don't remember, precursor for now, maybe. I had a nightmare, again. That 'again'- the one that only makes sense after sequential, 'unrelated' things. The day before was lovely, it was cool, dreary - but do not mistake that in negative connotation. The one thing I despise more than heat, is when people assume the lack of it means an inverse, worse state. The misty rain was noninstrusive, you wouldn't notice it. The sort of rain that can exist, and the miserable people about figure it's 'not worth' to dress for that occasion - of getting a tad wet, it seems I am the miserable one to say, I really loathe those types. Maybe. So, I'll just settle on, I really like rainy weather. Much like how I like this long hair, now. I only realized how much it is a love actually, when I jolted out of a rem cycle this time. As much as the nightmare I can't remember, I know that, my hands, fingers, went immediately towards my knotted bed head and tugged, out of desperation, akin to a plead. Yeah, it's still long. I settled a bit after the immediate, they leaned into the next, fleeting thought, to which i would soon forget.