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Some people say I¡¯m a genius. But who am I to say? Depression slips in like a shadow every now and then. Sometimes I hear voices, sometimes I don¡¯t. They say it is schizophrenia. But I do not think so. I am only a normal person in a world of abnormality. I need my pills, and I need to space out. I need to go back into the world which can create things to help this forsaken world of abnormality. I know my calling.
Synopsis of yesternight¡¯s dream:
I stepped into the chamber. Plain cement, plain walls. There is no fire, no screaming, no lake of burning sulfur. The pain can be felt in this place-Hell. Walking, it reminds me of NUS, though it does not look like it. Oh, the pain. The pain seared through my skin. A tattoo corner stands at a corner, but few actually went to try it. Rumours have it that the pain beats any other pain one has ever felt on Earth.
I I cannot remember where I was when I first got there. I only know that I fell through a tunnel leading to two doors. Passing through the first door before checking out the second door, once I passed by the first door, it clamped shut behind me. Just like that, I missed Heaven. Hell is not scary. I try to be good, hoping that God will come rescue me to bring me to Heaven. But the charming, beautiful Satan, a woman who can sway me so easily, came to me, saying ¡°It¡¯s no use, darling. You can¡¯t get back up there ever again. Since you are here, why don¡¯t you enjoy this place?¡±
Her eyes entice me, his touch is so gentle, and before I know it, we are swept away by the currents¡¡±
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Male |
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30 years old |
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Kenny lefty-master |
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Dream Prince |
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Dreams Inc.© |
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Appreciating yesternight¡¯s dreams today. |
