Dreams.

I didn’t sleep well today. I had nightmares. It wasn’t that I was scared, but rather I had an incomprehensible feeling. Some skeletons were sleeping with me in the same bed, then I ran away in horror, a car roared, saying “grandpa,” and so on. In general, I need to communicate less with old people. In fact, it’s better not to communicate at all. I’m tormented by thoughts about the inevitability of things, about the fact that I’m getting older every day, and that everything is leading to one outcome. If I don’t find a meaning in existence, I might just wither away in this apartment. It seems like there is one, but I keep dreaming about nonsense, far from what I would like to see. Some otherworldly dimensions, as if you die every day and wake up in a new one… This is nonsense. It can’t be true, but the realization of this sends shivers down my spine. It’s something irrational. The mind cannot accept this because the state of affairs does not change. That is, I am still in my dimension. This is comforting. It’s better not to torment myself with such thoughts.