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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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Well it certainly hasn't made me want to sleep more, heh.
I used to be determined to follow my dreams, but I've learnt it seems, perhaps falsely, that determination is just as bad as laziness.
I used to be determined to follow my dreams, but I've learnt it seems, perhaps falsely, that determination is just as bad as laziness.
I'm in a scenario where I don't seem to have dreams anymore. I used to have them, where I could be scared by something I've seen or hear, vividly brought to life by the manic thought processor that is my imagination..
But now it seems when I sleep, my mind is blank. An empty slate..and I miss my dreams..
Although disappreciating life because of the excitement in your dreams...surely that makes you want to seek more from your life. Maybe it's even your subconcious telling you to seek more?
But now it seems when I sleep, my mind is blank. An empty slate..and I miss my dreams..
Although disappreciating life because of the excitement in your dreams...surely that makes you want to seek more from your life. Maybe it's even your subconcious telling you to seek more?
Interesting.
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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