I can't believe it, But I am running in circles again. Blinded by the flash , I took my precautions and well.. I willingly got blinded.
These days I sleep fitfully, Always dreaming, these bloody dreams.. I get up in the morning all disoriented always eating up my morning dividing the real and the unreal. And there seems to be simply no boundaries on what I dream, they all come together just to frustrate the shit out of me and throw me into pathos of depression.
I have been reading Kenneth Anderson's Jungles Long Ago where somewhere he talks about the fake morning that precedes the real by 30 min. He talks about the various animals you can meet that call it a day. And well, what should I dream but an uncanny resembling jungle torn between day and night and I am trying desperately to hide from all the animals that surround the bush I am hiding in and mad with rage. Lord the scariest so far.
And then the other day I am haunted by all those previous 'ppl' I was with and relive all those worst times I had with them, exaggerated million times over.
I am going to take an unusually long time this time to recover from something that should not have bothered me so much. Then again it has to happen to me only.
