My teeth were grinding in frustration as I found myself yet again in my stupid reoccurring dream. Every night for the last month had been filled with the same ridiculous/slightly frightening dream of walking through a pitch black tunnel with hissing voices whispering my name in a serial killer fashion. It was beginning to get annoying.
I will confess to the fact that the first three times I had the dream I was kind of scared. After that they became annoyingly repetitive. Instead of being filled with paralyzing fear I was filled with the kind of annoyance that makes you want to stab something.
This time I was not going to deal with the frustrating dream. This was my mind, and I was going to force the dream out if it was the last thing I did. Apparently my sheer stubbornness made the dream run away in fear. I never had it again. If I had known that I could stop it that easily I would have simply killed the dream with my mind power.
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