Last night I had a difficulty going sub-conscious.Unlike most of my Saturday nights it was pure and dry and thoughtful.Music offers the best company in my solitary times.Unlike last year that was full of punk/alternative air waves this year I have evolved to baroque.Giant leap it is during a short period of time.Baroque music they are almost meditative.They ignite the catalyst in my sleeping process.I can't wait to learn piano and play my favorite "kanon" one day. Most of what I dream these days are full of pessimism.I hear noises that distract me to focus on the theme of my dreams.I haven't been able to outline my dreams to deeply understand the causes of their presence in my sleep.Either they are too abstract or I have given up to my disorientation while sleeping.I want to find answers in my dreams about my doubts.Doubts what bard of avon named them our traitors.And my fears that I fear.Doubts and fear my two enemies these days. ~11:15 am~