A Week Awake

Well, almost.

As of this writing, I've been awake for around 150 hours now. My previous record was 72, and I've fallen sick afterwards. I'm still physically right now, I think. I may have taken a few snoozes lately, but I think it never lasted for more than an hour. While I couldn't remember how and when I took those naps, I could vividly remember the short dreams I had during those times, which is quite ironic. I remember them clearly because those are the dreams that scared the shit out of me. Not the spooky-ghostly type of stuff. These are dreams that I think are likely to happen in the future...and I don't want them happening quite yet. Perhaps subconsciously, I don't want to sleep anymore because of these dreams. But I know that I have to because I don't think my body can't handle such stress anymore. Besides, what's the point anyway? It seems that those dreams are converging to my reality.