Every person of there were just a bit suspicious, giving weird looks like something was wrong. Of course it made sense though. This wasn't my body, this was someone elses, but did they know? Slowly, it became clear that I was supposed to be dead- but I was alive for some unknown reason.
The dream continued like this for a point until it started turning to dusk, where we were ready for the editing portion, which was planned to be done tomorrow, and so I started walking around the parking lot at night, and I could hear their voices behind a car talking about some experiment.
They talked about how they found these 'papers' by this doctor speaking of being able to make the dead walk, and having selected a few subjects.
I confronted them about, as I was getting quite curious, as at this point in the dream I was realizing that every time I went to sleep I always had a dream like this one: Wake up in another body, and stay a day.
They seemed hesitant to answer, but they stated it clearly: I wasn't their brother- He died in the fire in the playground. I wasn't supposed to be alive.
Dream ended there.
Generally my dreams have been based on an idea, like this one is
A last day to walk after death.
Like a final farewell, so deeper in, it is sadder than it felt inside the dream.
Wow, all i get are wierd dreams that make a ton of sense to me when im in them but once i wake up (usually due to being spooked) i realized how stupid/unreal it was
A lot of my dreams consist of thoughts I have before going to sleep. Which form into stories some of the time, though occasionally I do have the dream that has no logic in it.
What they did was kick bad kids out of the 'normal classes' and instead they go to 'night classes' which is from 6pm to 8pm?
I wouldnt know, I am a good kid.
So it technically wasn't 'extra time'
And it was a punishment of sorts- You have wayy less privileges. Most things you could do in school were kinda null-and-void, it basically equated to sit down, study a book for hours, and then probably take a test
The school did have a saving grace, and that was the few teachers I did like, and my friends. Not to mentions the rules are basically: Live and let live.
There was one time I was trying to eat my lunch, and these two girls started getting into a fight, and I was on the edge of the table, and she threw the girl onto the table trying to put her into a chokehold.
I always wonder this: What's the point of violence, it only results in pain.
Thats what I mean.
They use it to settle disputes, but-
What it does in the end is make someone hurt, and does no good.
A disagreement leads into a fight for what reason? What is it going to do?
A while back, in my freshman year, there was this kid who got jumped- and put into a coma- The thing about this is if this kid dies, those who jumped him get charged with murder.
Thats 40 years to life. I want to see them fight their way out of that problem
But its pretty messed up.
The thing that really irks me is that the thought process of everyone is:
"I'm going to jump that person I don't like, merely because I have a distaste for them"
Most of the time nothing happens but there are those few that go through with it.
Generally what I try to do is find the good in someone-
Even if they are really rude. I have the mind to know that they have their own thoughts, and have dreamt. You might've noticed, but I really do try to explain a lot of things.
I really don't see why people find that a problem.
There's this thing about life.
We are social beings. You may have noticed this too, but when you talk to someone, your brain thinks a lot less. Its easier.
When you are alone however, you tend to think a lot, about anything. The good, the bad, and everything inbetween.
What I generally think about is stuff like that.
What I think at times.
What I felt when I said this or that.
why I feel this way.
Or even a book I read recently.
Yeah, I've noticed, personally I'm used to being alone though, even if there are others in the room, I'm kinda just there and try to refuse bad thoughts.. (I'll shut up now.. Sorry)
I thought I was complaining or something, sorry..
My bad thoughts make me think "bleh, leave me alone I already know this"
Loneliness is not only physical but emotional..
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