AN: That's right boys and girls, you get the second chapter I wrote that was at least a paragraph long and gave up on it for some reason. I honestly don't know why, but I guess when I thought of ADH I had better projects to work on, and DoC just was yet another amateur project.

If you want to rewrite it and make new chapters for it, you are welcome to do that. Let me know what you come up with if you do.

There were days where I didn't want to wake up. I'm not saying that because I was some suicidal depressed nut who would immediately jump off a cliff if I had the chance, but sometimes, I didn't want to deal with it all. I didn't want to deal with the bullshit everyone made, and I always had to clean it up or keep my sarcastic comments to myself while they continued to antagonize me with their spiels, with their constant questions and their stares. Sometimes I wanted to go into a different world where no questions are asked, where there were stares but they were deserved, and I didn't had to clean up anything. Everything was there and I couldn't touch it. If I disturbed anything, then it would fuck up with what the whole world was trying to tell me.

They were my dreams. I didn't always have a dream. Sometimes I was just welcomed with pitch black darkness and I would suddenly wake up and wonder where all the time went. But most of the time they were chaotic, all of them trying to tell me something. They bordered on being psychotic for the whole purpose of getting this message across. Like Salvador Dali. My dreams were as surreal as a melting clock, the time and numbers melting by drips as it hung on that tree, time no longer meaning anything. Every time I woke up, I was reborn as a narcissus, cracking open the egg I was inside, no longer wondering what world I was in. Back into this ugly red, craggy world, where everyone saw me as a narcissistic asshole.

The dreams had me thinking for a while what they meant than what my life meant, which was more comforting. This time I dreamt that fish were swimming in the sky, splashing from the clouds and moving upstream into the sun while I tried to swim with them, but I couldn't as I was met with many people with swollen faces with blood and scabs all over them, looking somewhat like the undead. Then I saw a whale, moving with the fishes, blacking out the sky, eating all the men, and ultimately, me.

I once bought a dream book, but even if I understood what that particular image symbolized, I didn't know exactly what it all meant.