Agreement.

Lucid.

In that place between consciousness and sleep, I am a very unhappy person.

When I dream, I am a blank slate. I have no identity. I have little memories, save for the ones I make up to suit the situation that I am in. When I wake up, my brain goes through the process of putting back together the person that I really am… Like a computer rebooting. That’s when I remember all of the things in my life that I would rather not think about.