Vision
My dreams become more vivid as time goes on. I create these memories with all of my emotions at night. What I feel throughout the day comes to life within the fantasy of my mind. I can’t control my dreams, they just happen. I can’t tell myself to feel a certain way within my dreams. I just react to the world within. I wake up remembering them as if they have a purpose in my life. I suffer under the dillusion that dreams are an extention of myself. Internal struggles that are solved subconsciously to disceern my path in reality. I play into the chaos that is my dreams and also my nightmares. I fall asleep believing in God and wake up seeing hell. How can heaven and hell feel so close to the nature of my expierence? How can purpose be devoured by fear? Fear is a choice, it is an emotion that will control, comsume and destroy me if I let it. It displaces time and reality. It comsumes my thoughts and clouds my judgement. Im trying to feel my way through the dark with my hands stretched out and no one is trying to find me. Within these dreams my fear is confronted, it is defeated, diminished to the idea that love controls fear.
There is no sense of time when I dream. Hours can feel like seconds. I can be older. I can be younger. I can see everthing. I can feel no pain. But I can sense all the danger.
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