maloki

I just had this freaky dsream. I’m not sure but I think it was inspired by Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes (MGS:TTS). I have been playing MGS:TTS recently and discovered how violent it was. It showed limbs and bodies being cut off here and there (thanks to Ninja and Metal Gear Rex). But I think it was mainly because Ocelot’s right arm was slashed…so why the left arm? maybe becaue of the mirror effect thing…his right arm = my left arm! So what was my dream? Read on:

• At first I saw an image of a left arm. Just a left arm and the torso attached to it. Not long after, the left arm (from elbow to finger) completely disappeared without a trace. I woke up, surprised by the image I saw. I looked at my own left arm and saw that it was fine. Suddenly, it started to become invisible, then visible, then invisible again, just like a flickering lightbulb. After the flickering, my left arm wasn’t visible anymore. Well, to put it it more clearly, it wasn’ there anymore. I couldn’t tocuh anything with the fingers on my left hand. I couldn’t feel my arm at all. Anyway, I woke up my younger brother to try and diagnose my problem. I asked him to show me his left arm and suddenly, the same flickering effect started to happen again! Soon, his left arm was gone too…except he could still feel his left arm. So, my eyes and mind were playing tricks on me! I decided to sleep it off and see if the problem would go away. I dreamt the same thing again, except for a few details. Blood gushed out of the arm as it disappeared. Then, I woke up again to try and chech whas wrong with me. Again, I ended up with the same result. This cycle of events between the images in my dream and what happened in reality kept going on until I finally realized I was dreaming and woke myself up.

What was scary to think was that I wasn’t really scared of my hand disappearing. I was even more afraid of the image that kept coming back in the dream in my dream. That image really freaked me out. I’m not sure but I think this is my being desensitized that produces these images and controls my fear. Pretty freaky, yet kind of cool when you run out of ideas to make into books or stories. For now, I believe that dreams expose the diamonds that undergo the unbearable heat and pressure that the world presses on us. And under these conditions, our mind is able to produce such diamonds that can become our inspiration.

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