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Asleep we go
Tuesday, November 27, 2012; ( 8:41 AM )
I hate dreaming. It's like a fake realities your head conjoured to make you believe in a series of events that are not possible to occur inside your mind, and during that period, things unbelievable happens. Like horror. Or like really good and happy stuff. Or stuff that when you wake up, you wished you didn't do it, but in the dream, you did. Dreams. Do you like to dream? I don't. I don't like to dream. It's not good to play with one fantasy. Leaves you disappointed. You can't be disappointed unless you have expectation, but in the dream, it's like everything that is happening is real and you believe it is, and you expect it is. Or it messes with your head. Or it makes you afraid for nothing. But it always disappoint. And that's only the good dreams. The bad dreams are bad. Bad. Terror. Horror. Leaves you waking up in cold sweat. I wish I didn't have to dream. But I dream everytime I close my eyes. I dream about different groups of friend meeting together(even though they do not know each other) and weird stories happen in various unknown location, leaving you groggy and unsure whether it did happen when you wake. They say that people you dream about(faces you see in the dream) are all people you have met before, and that dreaming is a way your unconscious mind recollect memories that are long term. Dreams leaves me scared, and makes my sleep so tiring. Like I didn't even sleep at all. And yet, it's good to dream sometimes. Just when I am awake and imagining it . Not when my mind sets the scenario, the main casts and the plot. |