i realized that i dont have bad dreams anymore...
i used to hate dreams. i used to have weird, disorienting, strange dreams. every now and again i would still have full blown nightmares. i dreaded sleeping sometimes...
but like everything else these days im losing touch with that feeling and losing the ability to relate to once feeling like that...
i dont hate dreams anymore...
i havent had any bad dreams since my real world got turned upside...
in fact dreams have become the proper escape that i assume they are meant to be, so that when it is time to sleep i dont have to fight it anymore, stay awake until im exhausted...
i guess bad dreams come from being fearful in life... once some of those fears have been realized, well, the warning or the manifestation ceases to exist...
i guess since my waking life has become the nightmare, there is no point in my dreams being redundant...
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