I dreamt I died last night. It felt so real that I woke up crying, but the even weirder thing about that is that I was trying to wake myself up from my dream. I had an outer body experience. I felt my soul looking at my stiff corpse from above and not remembering who I was. As the blood streamed down my corpse, my soul started sheding thick tears of blood. I saw my mother calling to my corpse and yelling, "Wake up! Wake up!" But something in me refused to attach itself back to that broken pile of bones I once called a body. And with that, I let my body become entangled with the passing wind.
Freaky... I know!!! But in way I feel my subconsciousness is telling me something. I know I must sound like a baby all the time now. I am always complaining about something in my life. I just did not realize how hectic my senior year was going to be. Please, I BEG you not to come to the conclusion that I have thoughts of suicide. I love my life, family, and friends too much to do anything of the sorts. But I do think that there has to be some part of my life that has to pass away in order for me to finally get over what this thing is. It is easier said than done. First, I have to figure out what exactly is bothering me, then I can finally kill the problem from the root.
*sigh*
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