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Here's a thought.
I'm obsessed with dreams. In fact, dreams rarely don't entertain me, or affect me, or make me utterly happy.
They're amazingly realistic, and well, they're a bit hard to tell from real life, sometimes.
And I'm getting really worried about it. Because my dreams are so much more exciting, thrilling and inspiring than anything I see in life itself. They fear me, thrill me... and... I'm worried it's numbing me in actual life.
Because if I dream what it's like to do something, then I'd dream it perfectly. Everything would affect me, everything would be done to impeccable timing. And you just don't get that in real life.
In a way, my dreams are making me disapprietiate life. They make me much more happier than things that happen in real life. Most of the time.
But there are things I still dream about that I know I can never do. And there are things that I can dream about that I know that will never happen. Maybe that's why I feel I need to create things, to try to bring my dreams, in a pathetic but somewhat way, to life.
Because my dreams are the only place where I'm not restricted. And I feel, if there's one thing that makes life not worth living, it's restrictions. Having to wait to do the things that make you happy for really stupid reasons. Like fear.
Sure, we have fear in our dreams. But we can face it.
From now on, I want to be terrified. I want to shock myself in life much more often. I want to risk more. I want to risk being seen.
Will I do it? Probably not. But this is just a sober ramble. Much shorter than drunk rambling.
I only mumble because I'm afraid of being heard, you know.
I'm obsessed with dreams. In fact, dreams rarely don't entertain me, or affect me, or make me utterly happy.
They're amazingly realistic, and well, they're a bit hard to tell from real life, sometimes.
And I'm getting really worried about it. Because my dreams are so much more exciting, thrilling and inspiring than anything I see in life itself. They fear me, thrill me... and... I'm worried it's numbing me in actual life.
Because if I dream what it's like to do something, then I'd dream it perfectly. Everything would affect me, everything would be done to impeccable timing. And you just don't get that in real life.
In a way, my dreams are making me disapprietiate life. They make me much more happier than things that happen in real life. Most of the time.
But there are things I still dream about that I know I can never do. And there are things that I can dream about that I know that will never happen. Maybe that's why I feel I need to create things, to try to bring my dreams, in a pathetic but somewhat way, to life.
Because my dreams are the only place where I'm not restricted. And I feel, if there's one thing that makes life not worth living, it's restrictions. Having to wait to do the things that make you happy for really stupid reasons. Like fear.
Sure, we have fear in our dreams. But we can face it.
From now on, I want to be terrified. I want to shock myself in life much more often. I want to risk more. I want to risk being seen.
Will I do it? Probably not. But this is just a sober ramble. Much shorter than drunk rambling.
I only mumble because I'm afraid of being heard, you know.
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I've had enough weird dreams to last me a lifetime. The re-occuring ones are the worst, it's like a soap opera set in weirdsville.
Sometimes dreams can show you what you think you're missing, but sometimes you would do things in dreams that you'd never dare do in real life. You think differently in dreams and nightmares.
Still, if you can take a fraction of the dream away with you, then why worry, especially if they are so real. Just think of it as living two lives, one safe and seemingly boring (but actually quite interesting if you are prepared to change the way you live it) and the other a world of imagination and intriege. It's rather like being a spy.
Sometimes dreams can show you what you think you're missing, but sometimes you would do things in dreams that you'd never dare do in real life. You think differently in dreams and nightmares.
Still, if you can take a fraction of the dream away with you, then why worry, especially if they are so real. Just think of it as living two lives, one safe and seemingly boring (but actually quite interesting if you are prepared to change the way you live it) and the other a world of imagination and intriege. It's rather like being a spy.
"I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
I think that was Tears for Fears. Might be wrong though.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
I think that was Tears for Fears. Might be wrong though.
Hercules! wrote:
> Used to have dreams with game characters in aswell. One I remember
> mostly was running round the streets where I used to live trying to
> escape from those dudes out of Mortal Kombat. Theres a blue one, green
> one and yellow one.
I had that dream once, except it was GOro from the original and his fat pal from the second one, Kintaro I think.
I also had a weird nightmare when I was young that there was an evil witch in my living room, and it was turning people into deer. Weird.
And the time Godzilla appeared in the farm next to me, I hid in my neighbours bedroom, and woke up right before it killed me.
I never EVER remember dreams, except the recent one where I was Mario, and 2 dimensinal at that, it was freaky.
Has anyone ever died in a dream? I always wake myself up right before it.
> Used to have dreams with game characters in aswell. One I remember
> mostly was running round the streets where I used to live trying to
> escape from those dudes out of Mortal Kombat. Theres a blue one, green
> one and yellow one.
I had that dream once, except it was GOro from the original and his fat pal from the second one, Kintaro I think.
I also had a weird nightmare when I was young that there was an evil witch in my living room, and it was turning people into deer. Weird.
And the time Godzilla appeared in the farm next to me, I hid in my neighbours bedroom, and woke up right before it killed me.
I never EVER remember dreams, except the recent one where I was Mario, and 2 dimensinal at that, it was freaky.
Has anyone ever died in a dream? I always wake myself up right before it.
Dreams are evil. WHenever something good happens. Eg, you are suddenly a multi-billionaire, you walk around for ages wiith ALL this money, and as soon as you are about to spend it, you wake up. ARGH!!!!!
Heh, no idea if I dreamt last night. Never mind.
my dreams (the ones I remember) often end too soon, I suspect my subconcious is taunting me with all the stuff that I don't/can't have, putting it into a dream world more interesting than anything I'm likely to do in the near future, then snatching it back leaving me wanting more, but forever knowing that it wasn't real.
That feeling lasts about as long as it takes to forget what the dream was about, but it leaves a small lingering feeling that something is missing from my life.
That feeling lasts about as long as it takes to forget what the dream was about, but it leaves a small lingering feeling that something is missing from my life.
I had a dream I was in Battle Royale Survival Program.
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Or†ega wrote:
I used to have this rather strange reacurring dream in which a ghost kept scaring me in all types of everyday normal scenario's where i am alone.
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This was the ghost of Reason; telling you (subconciously) to stop supporting Man Utd.
I used to have this rather strange reacurring dream in which a ghost kept scaring me in all types of everyday normal scenario's where i am alone.
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This was the ghost of Reason; telling you (subconciously) to stop supporting Man Utd.
See you later Azul.
Night Azul, or whatever your real name is, heh.
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