I'm feeling kinda weird this morning. I slept quite well, besides the fact that I woke up like five minutes before my alarm clock would have woken me up. However, this was one of the rare nights when I could remember (at least partially) what I was dreaming.
And that is what makes me feel bad.
I mean, I didn't even dream something mean, actually. In fact, it was quite pleasing and pretty nice. But still, it resembles something that I feel in the back of my mind nearly everyday and which makes me sad, or even worse. On another prospect I can't deny liking the events of that dream. Like I said, it was really good.
But I just can't get over it feeling like stabbing myself in the heart. It hurts, and it hurts a weak spot. The shell can never be hard enough not to let through these kind of blows.
If I remember parts of my dreams I always come to wonder what to do with it. Is it really just a mere reflection of one's own subconsciousness coming to your (inner) eye? Or could there probably even be more to it?
This way or that way, it doesn't take Freud to analyse that dream of mine. Even I could do this myself. Why can't I just forget about... some things? Let go of the past and try to look into the future, that seems to become more and more grim from day to day? I guess it's true when they say that mistakes are made to learn from them. It's just that I don't seem to be very adaptive in that regard.
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