Ramblings of a delusional dumbass

I woke up at five. Made breakfast for the family. Had breakfast. Sent my mom off to work and went to bed with Iron Maiden singing me a lullaby. Two minutes to midnight. Great song. I wouldn't call it sleep, per se. You know that tired feeling you get when you jerk off in the middle of the day, not because you are horny but because you are bored, and all you want to do is take a nap right after, but you can't, so you stumble around in a state of constant stupor for anywhere between ten minutes and two hours? That is what I felt like when I went to bed at 08:30 in the AM today. I don't even remember going to sleep. All I remember is sitting cross legged in my office bathroom, washing my feet. Dirty brown water flowed freely from under my feet. And then I started lucid dreaming. The realization lasted for only a few moments, but I was sure as hell that I was definitely dreaming. What tipped me off was that I didn't feel as wet as I as supposed to be. Sitting on the