The nauseating power of an idea.

I used to have an occasional "bad dream" that could awaken me and create a few moments of wide-eyed insomnia. However, often times as it would be lately, the distinct power of an idea has the power to prevent or interrupt sleep with just as much (or more) disruptive nature.

An idea.

Belief in something learned, or something new. I hope this isn't the causation or onset of some schizophrenia-related disorder, however unlikely. But, on the bright side my limbic-brain won't allow me to let the idea fall down. This is a boon yet a quality I hope I can figure out how to lasso. Ideas need to be shared and given a place to flourish, not left to fester or be forgotten...