sleep the sleep of youth, with no threat of alarms or schedules or pokes or death.
record my dreams that prevent me from waking "on time." it is this morning sleep that sends me tumbling down the well of labyrinths and portals, which causes me to be late to work. this is very frustrating, as you can imagine, as i am late AND i am not recording these dreams. enjoyed, experienced, but lost, until parallel forces and wormholes and chrysophrase bring me back.
stop agonizing over silly shit. that said, i would like to eradicate judgment altogether. gather it all into a massive hulk and cast it off somewhere (wherever. somewhere utterly ELSE) where it would not affect any other being.
also, guilt. you're out too.