The Cry for Dreams

The Cry for dreams and love are very closely intervened. if you have read "The Cry for Love", you'll know of my curse.

Dreams... dreams... dreams........dreams. They are wonderful things, are they not? You get to experience impossible things, even for a moment.

To me, dreams have been a bigger part of my life. Since my birth, i've experienced, what i now call "dark dreams". They were really traumatic.
You see, i was scared of darkness... to be precise, scared of what's IN the dark. I always knew, i am not alone. Not never. Someone was always watching me. Hence' I slept with blanket over my head. ALWAYS. The moment, i did not, instant "dark dream". What a "dark dream" is, is a dream so horrible that it makes you accept death. And oh, you couldn't wake up scared. Why? Because you were not allowed. Later days i realized that it was a training, still not sure for what.
Anyways, imagine this. You are scared to death. You barely cough up enough courage to throw the blanket away and make a run for your parents room, only to get said:"It was just a dream, go back to sleep". Not very comforting, is it? After countless night like this, i realized, they will not help. I finally realized what those dreams meant. "Accept death". It took me weeks to finally face it head-on. I accepted my death and guess what's funnier? Those dreams teached me more than just that, not only that, i actually befriended what i thought to be evil. That's right, i became friends with what i THOUGHT to be evil and harmful. I also learned basic control over dreams (entering and exiting, sensing, etc) and memorization of the dream world.

I finally understood another bit. I had always been falling into endless dark pit with low-pitched chants around me. I just now understood, that it meant "let go of the current world, let go of your body (fall) and enter the world of lucid dreams". It was an interesting feeling when i pulled off WILD (Wake-induced lucid dream).... in the weirdest place of all. At work.

The dreams had their down side. They numbened my feelings. Death served no big part to me anymore. I did feel a bit sad, but i knew, that it wasn't the end of it.

Through dreams, i have learned many things, and is probably, my biggest curse (look into "The Cry for Love").

But you know what? There's another part to it. The constant deja-vu, i experience. What i experience in dreams, will come in reality. My whole life is like a story. My every step is calculated. No matter what i do, i cannot seem to evade my fate. Bits of dreams from here and there at "random" point of time.

Well, that's my cry for dreams, in short.