You can't lose all the time.

I slept for awhile. My dreams are erratic, from full blown lucidity to an immersion where my subconscious takes me where I need to go. With the former, I've gotten to the point where I can stick my tongue out in a dream, open my left eye and look at my bedroom ceiling, and still peer into my dream with my right eye. It's a very odd way of being half-awake. It takes practice to perform such a magic trick, such that I have to walk around with one eye closed frequently.

Some people tell me I'm not a magician. Well, you have yet to run into me in a dream then, because if you had, there would be no doubting what I'm capable of.

With the latter dreams, my subconscious will strip away my absolute lying self and tell me how I really feel. It told me I loved her with all my heart still despite me telling myself I no longer cared, and proved it. I'm a sucker, but it's all I can be. Though dreams can't change reality.

What pisses me off is that I can't even be dramatic about it.

I woke up feeling better than I did last night. Being able to dream is the only reason I've made it thus far, because it gives me something more to believe in. Otherwise, I'd be long gone, driven insane by the mediocrity of most of normality.

I think her room number was 1806, or something of the sort. I even remember what it looked like, and I wish I could've stayed longer before my alarm woke me up, even if it was just to watch a movie.

Thought you mind find it interesting; the only reason I didn't recognize her was because she pronounced her name differently.