I never really have good dreams or
even if I do I don’t really remember them. What I do remember are the fucked up
ones. I ain’t talking nightmares here. Just dreams which show me how sad my life
really is.
Like a
couple of years ago I had this dream about getting a bike, or rather the process
of getting a bike and then at the last moment my mom tells me that there is
no chance in hell I will be allowed to get a bike. Now in reality that situation
exists but how sad is my life that even in my dreams I can’t get a bike.
Which brings
me to why the sudden urge to write about dreams. Well last night I again had
another fucked up dream in which I was very good friends with a really hot girl
from my school and she confesses to me that she is still in love with her ex.
How fucked up is that???
Even in my
dreams I cant get the girl of my dreams. How fucked up am I? General ponderings
of an overused mind I guess…
