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"I've always had this reoccurring dream, but ever time it changes, getting more extreme. Within all of my imaginings, I have two eyes, as if I am untouched by truth. All marks, scars, cuts, gone. I don’t have my dream everyday, but enough times to know ever detail within it. I’m On the top of my old building, where my brother and I lived as children, together, alone. I’m walking towards the edge, but I’m not doing it out of hollowness, I really don’t know why. I hop the iron railing, spend my arms like a bird and tip forward, simply letting myself fall. I don’t panic, I’m unafraid. I feel my insides turning and sliding together, the regular feeling you experience when falling.

Sometimes it’s different though, instead of falling freely from the ledge, something pushes me. When I’m falling forward my body twists and sees a mirror image. I see myself, but it’s not my dream me, it’s the real me. My eyes are dark, and lonely, the hand that pushes me, cold and dry. I seem dead. I wake when I hit the ground, covered in cold sweat.

I’ve always known my dreams to mean something, if it be past or future. But I can’t understand this one. 28 years later, and still a mystery. I sometimes think it shows me, how I’ll die. Other times, that this is what I am in the real world…cold, dark, dead, and ugly inside.

Dreams are unbalanced things, that always haunt their maker.”

Dream statement (C) Ton/me
art (C) me

Description
"I've always had this reoccurring dream, but ever time it changes, getting more extreme. Within all of my imaginings, I have two eyes, as if I am untouched by truth. All marks, scars, cuts, gone. I don’t have my dream everyday, but enough times to know ever detail within it. I’m On the top of my old building, where my brother and I lived as children, together, alone. I’m walking towards the edge, but I’m not doing it out of hollowness, I really don’t know why. I hop the iron railing, spend my arms like a bird and tip forward, simply letting myself fall. I don’t panic, I’m unafraid. I feel my insides turning and sliding together, the regular feeling you experience when falling.

Sometimes it’s different though, instead of falling freely from the ledge, something pushes me. When I’m falling forward my body twists and sees a mirror image. I see myself, but it’s not my dream me, it’s the real me. My eyes are dark, and lonely, the hand that pushes me, cold and dry. I seem dead. I wake when I hit the ground, covered in cold sweat.

I’ve always known my dreams to mean something, if it be past or future. But I can’t understand this one. 28 years later, and still a mystery. I sometimes think it shows me, how I’ll die. Other times, that this is what I am in the real world…cold, dark, dead, and ugly inside.

Dreams are unbalanced things, that always haunt their maker.”

Dream statement (C) Ton/me
art (C) me