I once dreamt that I was shot in the head, I died in the dream, the lead up to it a mixture of crazy moments which I don't remember. I just remember the sight of someone pointing a gun at me and the bullet slicing apart the left side of my brain. A moment later, I was awake sitting in a room, I remember it being grimey with a cold light coming out of the drawn curtains to my right. I heard my mum calling to me to come downstairs for dinner.
Then I woke up for real. I could have pressed return carriage a few days after that to make the prose more dramatic but I don't think thats the point of the dream. This isn't an anecdote which the psychotic part of my mind created to re tell again and again as some philsophical game. The only point I can really believe is that this really was me waking up from dream in a dream and only that. My mind was unwinding for the night and through circumstance and the length of my own sleep, I really wasn't ready to wake.
Sometimes it feels like the life I'm living is a detatchment of reality to what I see with my own eyes. My hope is that for all the pain and unknown unfolding as well the amazing and happy things each and every day of my life, I never wake up from all of this.
Live your dreams my beautiful eggs.
The further away I get from you
The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else
The happier I am when I'm with you
The harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone
verschiedenes
- signing up for a 10k special
- serious chats in the afternoon
- memorbilia hunting
- Pete.........
- burning desires to write and write
- the end of another year
