my dirt biking experience

Sober

I have tried to look beyond the horizon over and over, but never was i able to find what's in store for me. Every step that I took to understand the path that I was walking on, felt meaningless. I push myself too hard to reach the point where I can see my future. But again, its all meaningless. Of Lately, I have been following a lifestyle which I would never have opted if I was asked to last year. Its like, I am working hard to live a life which I detested. I am losing my identity and turning into some kind of a heartless inhuman monster. I have reached a crossroad and I am apprehensive to make my choice. I am no longer the person I used to be a few years back. This is not me, and I don't want this stranger to take any decisions in my life, which could possibly impact my future. I just want this person to 'Be Gone', even if that results in my nonexistence.

Interpreting dreams

My dreams are not just dreams, they are nightmares. I have been having disturbed sleep issues ever since my childhood. Normally it’s just day to day activities that I dream about, and on rare occasions I foresee the future. When ever I have any exams or something important coming up, I just dream of the upcoming day.

There have been times when my dreams came true in the exact way that I had depicted them in. Like, when I hear a friend talk about something, I feel like it’s a déjà-vu only coz I had earlier dreamt of the same thing. I often wake up at the owl hooting hours because of my nightmares.

When I mentioned about these dreams to a friend of mine, he mentioned all philosophical stuff that I can consider; like ‘dream interpretation’.

Last night I dreamt that my calculator rang in FD’s session and I had a tough time switching it off. Come’ on! What am I supposed to interpret in that dream; that my calculator has an extra feature, or that I need to do intense research on ringing calculators.

Only if I knew how to control my dreams, I wouldn’t be dreaming of ‘Ringing calculators’, ‘Being chased by snakes’, ‘death of my close ones’, or ‘the cute waiter from the restaurant Mast Kalandar’. With the latest updates on the world coming to an end in 2012, I have been redundantly dreaming on ‘flood survival’ and ‘ways of saving my dog’.

I only hope that someday I stop dreaming these things so that I get peaceful dreams and to avoid an appointment with the dream interpreter.