Every morning I wake up depressed.

I make myself so angry. I want to not talk at all, I would like no music. I had a dream last night that I was watching I guess a different version of “Days of Thunder”, it was kind of cool. The dream went on for a while, and had nothing to do with racing, it actually turned into War of the Worlds set in the 80’s, everyone was dressed very tacky. The end of the world was coming, I remember I was very scared being herded into the chambers underground.

I feel so bad for the Jews, I really do. Nobody deserves that. In my dream, they weren’t gas chambers, but like smushing chambers, an once you were smushed you came out on the other side, like I guess another dimension or something, which was still set in the 80’s.

God is never in my dreams. I feel like in real life if I were to see the smushers I would trust in God or something. In my dreams, in my subconscious, I’m always very scared, I’m always alone even with many other people around me, being smushed.

It’s been a good month or two since my last depression, I really shouldn’t be complaining. I used to be a lot worse off.