I wish I was the wind.

Again, my dreams last night seemed so real, but when I woke up this morning I wished they hadn't been because it only made me even more confused. I was hot and sweaty and didn't understand. I'm sure this is what it feels like to be an innocent man on deathrow. "Better to let 100 guilty men go free than to wrongly convict one innocent man,". The difference I suppose it that I'm trying not to resist lethal injection, because I know that I'm not guilty, and that's good enough. And to be dead and free would be a relief right now, I want to go back to sleep forever...