A record of the events taken place on the morning of Friday January 30, 2015:
Upon waking up this morning, I had an immense feeling of sadness. It was as if I had just just walked off of an emotional rollercoaster. The dream was not pretty, instead quite scary —I’ll spare you the details. What I care about more is the fact that it was too real. So what’s the difference between Real Life and its cousin Slumber?
Honestly, I can’t say much besides the fact that they both occur in the space called our mind. I suppose the only real difference is something not happening in reality. But I would argue that in my case, this dream was triggered by a real life experience. Was it the closing all of doors, or was it me reliving the experience again? How we cope is interesting.
I felt like shit in the morning when the alarm clock rung. I was slightly tired and not ready to get up, but even more so, felt a deep empty space within. It was as if my dream really happened – or at least that’s what it felt like. I hadn’t had a full blown dream in a while, or at least from what I can remember. It’s all the damn weed I smoke. One of those weird side effects I suppose. That’s definitely something I want to note considering how much of this dream I remember.
A super intense reality existed. Tons of emotion and a very real feeling of action during the dream that seemed to easily pass through the portal of consciousness once the alarm buzzed. A nightmare. Or at least what I would have called it as a kid. But no, this was much more. Dare I say it served a purpose or a sign? Who knows? Not sure if I believe in such matters. What I do believe in is our brain working overdrive trying to process a big event.
A record of the events taken place on the morning of Wednesday February 11, 2015:
This morning I had a duplicate experience to that of what is written about above. It was interesting, but really put the nail to the coffin. I had reaffirmed everything. But damn… what a pair of wild dreams.
Quote for thought or thought for quote?
Life is chatting in one ear while my heart’s desires in the other. If this cross road is for real, what can a man do but pave his own road?
Photo Cred: Grandpa
This exposed roll was found unwound in a camera handed down to me after my grandfather passed.