Endless dream of not falling asleep. Depressive slough in which I can't get myself out of bed. Interminable ringing in ears mingled with the whispered roar of wind currently encircling the building. Imagined Siegfried coming into the room to goad me. Imagine we quarrel, which depresses me still further. Start to gasp, unable to breathe as I struggle to stagger from the room. Siegfried shuffles off, acting like I'm just being dramatic about not being able to get a job. "It'll be fine!" He doesn't realize that I'm not acting and cannot inhale. The shrill silver tone in my ears rising, rising...
I know none of it happened. It all feels like it happened. Worrisome.
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