Banging my head as a response

One thing about me, and God be my witness regarding this blog post, that my dreams do come true! (Look at me being all religious, now that’s new.) You know, I don’t dream very often, maybe because I snore a lot. (Sorry I just repelled 99% of the males who thought they had a chance); however, I think that I have a psychological dream problem going on there in that vast endless data storage of a brain that I have. As a result, I am scared to sleep. Seriously, I think that my dreams are the reason that I was always afraid to sleep, and endlessly complained about my horrible sleep patterns.

You may think I am delusional, and I am just talking crazy. Yah, maybe, but no, I am not. Moreover, I find that if my dream didn’t come true today, it will eventually when it is meant to, and I will remember. I remember those obscure dreams, because they haunt me day and night. They are the reason I am a bit unstable and have a blog.

A lot of people tried to interpret dreams. A lot of religions tried to interpret dreams. Everyone tried to interpret dreams. How do I interpret dreams? Not by objects, and not by symbolism. On the contrary, my dreams are black and white. Straight to the point, just like my self. I see people I know in dreams. I see actual situations. Sometimes, I see how I fall in my dream, straight on my face, and wake up actually feeling pain on the side on my face. That’s what I call a real dream. I see it, feel it, and remember it. Then it happens in a similar type way in my waking hours. Am I really awake now or dreaming? Seriously?

Oh God, I think I am crazy. I don’t know what I have been doing all day. Maybe just looking at my self in the mirror and wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Any psychologist out there willing to do tests with a maniac named Mona? She is available via e-mail for counseling.

I think that my real problem is something that is living in my unconsious which results in such dreams. As a result of my fear of sleeping and my “great” life, I wake up every day and then look at my self in the mirror and wonder what the hell am I supposed to do today. I keep talking to my self and banging my head on the wall and grinding my teeth. I should take a picture one day of how my teeth look now because of the self inflicted damage that they have suffered from.

Moreover, I keep asking my self daily, is today any different than yesterday? Is it going to be any better? Why has my life turned out the way it did? When will it all stop? Or am I just born unlucky?

I want a solution, but I know what a possible solution is. I want my brain to stop thinking for one minute. Just one minute. No thoughts and pure clarity, and don’t give me that Zen and Yoga crap because I am not interested. I want a real solution! Give me an answer, please!

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