With nods to Caffineguy.

Sometimes I have nice dreams.

Unfortunately, it's rare because of my insomnia - and when I'm awake, I feel like I'm sleepwalking. But I daydream a lot.

And sometimes, my daydreams are just as real and just as nice when I'm up as when I sleep. I spend a lot of time in my head, you see.

No. 4 once told me that when she and I lived in the same neighborhood, she used to walk to my building, sit on my stoop, and whisper, Come out, come out...let's have some fun.

The times I did randomly come out, she thought she had magic.

In my head, she doesn't hate me, and I don't hate myself, for how I treated her.

In my head, No. 7 still reads me and thinks of me every day.

And, in my head, No 6 is wrong and my insides do match my outsides.

But you can never change what another person does or thinks. Only yourself. I know that.

Still, being ambulatory for 18 hours a day means that I spend a lot of time there. In my head, I mean.

I know, I know - what if I get stuck there? I suppose large polite men in clean white coats will take me away. Funny, sometimes I think I'm just one more sleepless night away from that. I've been up for...I don't know how long now...

Hey, you'd visit me, yeah? Shake your head with that, "Oh, so sad, he had so much promise," look on your face before you shuffle off?

But sometimes I wonder, which way is worse.

Because, you see, in my head, I'm quite happy.

Michel Gondry said, I dream a lot, but I'm not a very good sleeper.

I love that. The knowing that it's not just me.

Come out, come out...let's have some fun...