I'm at a standstill where I can actually write.Creativity is oozing out of my ears. I believe its called sleep deprivation but I can't be too sure... My waking world and dream world lapse as they have in the past and I just can't quite pinpoint the exact moment it does so. Its not to the point where it becomes an actual problem... like when you wake up and realize you have just walked into the kitchen and were about to walk out the door having donned your jacket and slippers, or like when you wake up screaming about spiders at some point in the night and don't remember. Its not like those. Its a point where things are too surreal... almost more of a "did that really just happen to me?" Mundane activities seem like fleeting images out of the car window when your going about 80+ mph. And you get that same dread in the pit of your stomach that you get when the car starts shuddering next to a semi truck.It just seems that its always there breathing down the back of my neck... I feel like I'm in some horrible psychedelic free for all at times. Things happening so fast that its hard to keep track of who has come in and left, or what has happened in the moments before. Perhaps its a chemical imbalance keeping me from perceiving time and space at a rational rate or its just me being strange... I rather like it like this and would not change it for the world.