In the continuing war with my sub-conscious.

I don't know exactly what part of my mind feels the need to torture me in my dreams, or whether is gets some twisted pleasure out of it, but somewhere in the depths of my brain it sits, and laughs, plotting out in a ragged notebook the next nocturnal play with which it will tease me and poke at my soft, exposed undersides. I know that I must have some other problems than the lack of a girlfriend, that there must be some other subject that it can use to entertain the various demons that live within me. But it has been the largest problem that I have been concerned with recently, and you show what makes the money, I guess.

Now, this isn't the first dream like this I have had, but this dream probably has been the most vivid, one of the best written dreams, and one of the most interestingly backdropped I have had in quite a long time.

( This is very long so I shall cut it )