Thursday, February 2, 2012

I need somebody to explain this... Please...

I've been seeing things lately in my sleep... like i'm viewing other people's lives through a window... except, they don't see me but i can see them... I saw my friend fighting with his brother about how to treat a girlfriend... and he never told anyone but i knew, once i told him, he was shocked, startled, and nervous... so was i... i also felt as if my body was floating in a cold dark space... i cannot move, smell, feel, speak, taste or think. it's like i'm being controlled... i eventually found a distorted city, i dont know how or why, but i could control my body again, dripping with dark blue-violet blood with shapes of leopards bodies with silhouette skeletons inside of them around every corner... there were these people who claimed they were "pieces of the puzzle" which they claimed to be the fate of something called the "World of Memories" ...i don't know what that place is, but it felt like i was there for a thousand years... i saw things there that looked familiar and nostalgic but i never saw them before... i was forced to follow this little girl who called herself "Lust" and this big man who was called "Rage"... i don't know what any of this means, but it scared me... i felt like i was shot when we got to a place called... i forget what it's called but it had these crimson crystalline statues of men and women i've never seen, naked and showing a certain emotion with the emotion written on a plaque under them... after that, i woke up... appearently i had been out for only half an hour but my bet was covered in sweat, my nose slightly bled, and i had tears running from my eyes... my mom says it's like i was just under the sun for an hour, but scarred and shaking... i keep feeling like there's someone here... watching me... following me... no matter where i go, i hear a noise... i'm not the only one who hears this noise... every other person i know who's not even 20 can hear it like a scream in their ear... it sounds like footsteps and silent bellowing in an empty, echoing, hallway...