Lately my dreams have been rather horrible. The minute I close my eyes I am surrounded by enemies ranging from benign name-callers to furious psychopaths bent on murdering me. Each morning I wake up to the sheer exhaustion of being chased, berated and attacked all night long.
I can't help but wonder what all these opposing forces means. Deep down inside do I feel like an eternal outsider always having to prove that I am a good person? I do deserve to live a happy and free existence. Do I need to explain why to people who just don't understand? Is peace and acceptance too much to ask for?
I guess there will always be something a little sad and pensive about my persona that confuses and distracts others. A reactionary individual might pounce upon me like I am a wounded animal only to discover that I don't go down without a fight and/or quick sprint. It just doesn't feel good to know that people have misjudged me. It hurts, so I guess these nightmares are my mind's way of dealing with this pain on my off-hours...
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