Description of a dream

My dream once told me that your soul is the part of you that transcends the multiverse. The essential part of you that exists across all of infinity and is infinitely tied with all other things. Your dreams are like reception of those other parts of your soul reconnecting and touching.

My dream was me explaining this to an alternate world where I was supposed to be dead and my friends were shocked to see me. It was surreal.

I wish I could describe it more eloquently.

What's wrong?

I'm a trembling explosion, quaking in fear at the hollowness I perceive.
Raw and powerful, alone and terrified.
Stupid contradiction, full of brilliance and hopelessness.
The hands I reach out to are my own. I stumble through the dark until I come across another. I push them into the light and watch them spread their wings and fly away. This little light, burns on slowly.

The monster inside claws at my insides. His rage and loathing tear at my heart.  His whispers in my ear filling my imagination with death. Wearing down my will and forcing my head beneath the waves.

I'm alone today, I feel sick and disgusted with myself. The urges are there like a little itch in the back of my mind.

Victim

You are not responsible for the first time. I'm not going to give up.

Who said that?

Stuffing around is what people do when they don't know, or understand what they should be doing.

Ramblings of a tired man.

I want it all to stop.
I want to see myself standing proud.
I want to be something new.
I want to transform.
I want to remember and infuse myself with the glory and light.
Time is dragging me down.
Entropy

Wake from your slumber.
Don't bend as you tire.
Wake from your slumber.
Ascend to your place.
Spread your wings, break forth.
I want to see you fly.

Random writing on a piece of scrap paper.

Tastes like stupid
Nothing comes out
I try to force it
All stuck inside

It's like a head full of glue.
I feel like a neanderthal plummeting towards oblivion.

The first part sounds like an idiot tasting his constipation. It was next to a scribble that I had changed to look like a neanderthal. Too damaged to scan. I just wanted to save the writing before throwing it out.