i had another set of frightening dreams, or as it were nightmares, confronting death. lately, my dreams have taken on a macabre and frightening cast which allows my subconscious to be a playground for the terrifying and grim spectres that dabble and play in my mind. usually, i wake up thrashing and screaming, trying to lash out at my imaginary intruders, twisted and contorted in my bed sheets, soaked in sweat. engaged in paranoia that can only be calmed down by a glass of lowfat milk and the switching on of a bedroom lamp. yes, that is usually how it progresses.
last night was no exception. i had three nightmares, and as of this point, i am thoroughly exhausted from battling these conjured demons. i shall try to the best of my ability to recall them. i feel that in some way the recalling of these ghastly apparitions helps in some way for me to come to grips with my own fading mortality.
i have been told that i have a mind which runs too much along the barriers and boundaries of emotion and paranoia. perhaps, that is true. but, usually, in O/our dreams W/we are predestined to work things out in O/our subconscious that are not so "cut and dried" in reality. i enjoy swimming around in other dimensions that open the doorway to feeling and experiencing things so deeply that the periphery between reality and fantasy are blurred. as i swim about in my subconscious, i always hope that the door and light that i left on remain open and burning, so i may return via the quantum path i left. with that being said, i will post the dreams in due time, after i have come to grips with their occurrence and meaning.
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