Monday, April 28, 2008

twisted dream of a twisted mind

i just realised that whenever i dream nowadays its always about death.

The last time, it was my brother. This time, it was yours truly.

As i woke up in the middle of the night with anxiety, i bothered to write what happened in a draft sms and this is what it was.

I dreamt that i died and came back as a ghost. It was pretty scary as i woke up from the nightmare in tears. I was vengeful. Oh yes i was as i tried to kill my brother by tampering with the car brakes and accelerator while he was driving. Next thing i knew i was talking to him while being a ghost. The funny thing was that they really didn't seem to care. My mom would seem to be numbing herself with religion while really being sad over me bottling shit inside of me that led to this. My dad seemed like he couldn't care less as he was going overseas to play soccer. Even after i am dead i just felt like the most unimportant person in the world, or in my family. My brother would proceed to convince me that my parents were right in not being too sad as the difference in our physical abilities are too big, that he was superior. This dream was so real, it was scary. I was so vengeful at first, then i resigned to fate and gave up towards me being the weak link in the family.

Yep.. that was it. Inferior complexity much garrick?

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