Many nights I have no idea whether I’m awake or asleep. I’m somewhere in the middle, drifting in and out of reality. I stand in my bedroom, and my subconscious runs wild and conjures little games for me. My bedroom is suddenly filled with shapeless objects. I know what I have to do. Out of sheer thought, I move them around. Eventually, I gain confidence. Space and perspective bend to my will and my bedroom warps incomprehensibly as I raise these things high above my head… but I always chicken out. Things fall stable again. I go back to my small, purposeless follies, and before I know it, I am awake. It’s morning. I am left with only a vague memory of this strange experience. On another night, three formless, nameless nations are at war. I take responsibility and bring them back in order. Another night, I am in my mother’s bedroom. I teach her the ways, and we move these objects together. She gets ambitious, but I stop her. Now I have these nights less and less often. I am growing up and leaving this strange world behind. And I still have no idea what would happen if I went to the extreme, fractured reality itself, and brought all these figments crashing through the floor and down to the swirling vortex of the infinite beyond…
Fastfur07 about 5 years ago
(Personal life story)
Many nights I have no idea whether I’m awake or asleep. I’m somewhere in the middle, drifting in and out of reality. I stand in my bedroom, and my subconscious runs wild and conjures little games for me. My bedroom is suddenly filled with shapeless objects. I know what I have to do. Out of sheer thought, I move them around. Eventually, I gain confidence. Space and perspective bend to my will and my bedroom warps incomprehensibly as I raise these things high above my head… but I always chicken out. Things fall stable again. I go back to my small, purposeless follies, and before I know it, I am awake. It’s morning. I am left with only a vague memory of this strange experience. On another night, three formless, nameless nations are at war. I take responsibility and bring them back in order. Another night, I am in my mother’s bedroom. I teach her the ways, and we move these objects together. She gets ambitious, but I stop her. Now I have these nights less and less often. I am growing up and leaving this strange world behind. And I still have no idea what would happen if I went to the extreme, fractured reality itself, and brought all these figments crashing through the floor and down to the swirling vortex of the infinite beyond…
Next time.
I promise.
Tigressy about 5 years ago
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKPvx38D4GM
JeromeBlue Premium Member about 5 years ago
Only a fool has no regrets and I’m not a fool. – George Galloway
chris_weaver about 5 years ago
Excess punctuation can ruin lives!
drmickeyg about 5 years ago
Me, too, Horace – I understand completely.
Perkycat about 5 years ago
So true, so true!!
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 5 years ago
So even a Houyhnhnm can have such problems.