Lucid dreams are not meant to be just usual dreams.
You know you've just stabbed a ghost again and again with a blunt plastic knife and you can see the ghost looking through you unsatisfied by the cuts healing in the mist of its body.
You start flying above empty rooms higher and higher away from your fear and you know you can't fall deeper than your own emotions.
You know you will never surrender to this irregular insanity of feelings.
You are running against past memories, going ahead of all your regrets chased by a wild yet so familiar version of yourself.
In the end it's you are telling everyone in your mind that you are making the rules. You are the rules!
No nightmare can ruin your dreams!!!
- Author: roudan ( Offline)
- Published: August 23rd, 2017 16:11
- Category: Unclassified
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