Trying to keep myself busy at the shop. Sven says I'm looking more frayed than usual. I told him that I was trying a new exercise routine that's kicking my ass, but I'm not sure he buys it. He knows me too well, but he didn't pry. Just gave me a look and left it at that. The less he knows the better.
The dreams are getting worse. More personal. Its most every night now, and I'm starting to think I may be a bigger part of the event I keep seeing. I keep seeing flames, but not regular flames like you'd see out of an exhaust or on a camp fire. Dark flames, purple and almost cold. But the flames... they're coming from me. Under my skin like a crazy internal furnace... In the dreams, I'm not myself. Its like a rage builds and wants out, and it makes me do things that I don't want to do... Violent things. The thing is... it feels good. Like I know those I'm hurting deserve it... or at least its what I tell myself...
I need a nap... maybe if i close my eyes during the day it won't be as bad...