Sleep is like a virtual journey; before you drift into it, you are on your bed in your home… The moment you close your eyes, you are teleported to where your mind brings you… It like you have been beamed out of your body into somewhere your unconscious mind committee decides to place you…
You can bring nothing in or anything out… with bare hands you enter, and with bare hands you leave… you only have what your mind has been impressed with… and most of these times, you find that they are lost as the journey ends… with no re-collection of how or any remembrance at all…
I usually lost my anger in my sleep… though i never enter sleep while in anger, but i may enter with regret, guilt, disappointments or even high spirited optimism… it usually gets misplaced when i awake… The most recent encounter of mine was a fearless spirit that was going to shake grounds and conquer the world… but i had awoken to laughed at myself… for being silly and impractical… doesn't it sound sad?
I understand that there are good and bad here… its just the unsure me speaking rite now…
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