So it's like this, I dream every single day....
I'm luck, you ask? Nope not really. Why? Cuz it's frustrating when I forget it just the sec after I wake up. Like I don't even have time to grab my pen.
But I did have a nightmare that I may never forget. And here's why.
Every since childhood I've been weak, average and a really coward person. I'm scared of every thing, from cockroaches to ants. (Ant are really scary if you look at them closely, gives me a goosebump just thinking bout it)
And when it's night, and I've to sleep in my room, while all the lights are off and a person like me suffering from Myopia (I wear glasses since grade 3), starts her imagination. My imagination is far beyond human ability, when it's dark, even the pile of clothes seems as if, someone was sitting there.
So my nightmare starts from here.
I suddenly wake up in a dark room and then see a small light, I dunno why but I just went there and then somethin'caught my hands and pulled me back. I was really scared to move a bit, but someone reaches his hands to me(just like in movies, when the FL is scared and ML comes...but it was a bit different). And pulls me towards them, I then fell on to a stage that was full of color, (this dream actually felt like a dream, but it was a nightmare) I was overjoyed, and so happy. 238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8uzaIVm0cM
The colors where really really bright, and curiousity killed me, so I went towards them. But....the colors started to fade away, there was a sudden uneasiness and a feeling that I never had. And this was when I started seeing faces in those faded colors. It was really scary, I was frightened till death. And when I woke up, I was crying really hard after quite a long time. I actually thought I'll never cry in my life no matter what but this dream...really proved it wrong.
I think this is exact point where I started to distance myself from reality. I keep my identity aside, fake myself. To be honest, I don't really understand my own feelings now. I've living like a fake person all this time. And now that I wanna be the real me, I can't find my true self.
This is why, I'm so less active here as well. I used to be the person who never stopped talking but now it's so hard to even say sorry.
But yeah, again, Don't judge my ego.
And this is it, the nightmare that changed me. For good or bad? I am trying to figure that out.ns126.96.36.199da2