Post by bewildered on May 4, 2013 3:40:40 GMT -6
Yes, Shamira, I do from time to time recall fragments of dreams which are similar to that one, so I still have them. I only lucidly recall dreams that I have whenever I sleep during the daylight hours, which is a rare occurrence these days (at school or working, so usually the only opportunity I have to sleep during the day is when I'm sick, which is very, very rare).
They don't frighten me, as odd as that might sound to some. My mother told me that I would have nightmares virtually every night as a young child (2 to 4 years old), so I imagine that after some time spent being terrified of them (I would wake up screaming and crying, which I vaguely remember), I eventually grew accustomed to my rather unusual dream world.
A number of dreams featured the dark presence of people with eyes similar to those of the Destroyer (orange with black, slitted irises). They terrified me for years, but then at some point I began to grow defiant of them. Their palpable menace started to recede when I elected to stare directly into their malevolent, blazing eyes. These were recurring dreams I had that stopped in my late teens.
I have a theory about why terror doesn't have much of a hold one me, and why those dreams - well, the typical dream for yours truly is in reality a nightmare - can't grip me for very long. Somewhere in either those dreams or life, I found a place inside of my psyche that nothing could touch. When I found that place, I was able to view terror and aggression in a completely different way...and I saw it as the greatest offense to a living creature. I saw what a tragedy and a crime it was, and whatever fear I might have experienced in the past gave way to anger. The terror enraged me.
I discovered the secret of the berserker, and I learned something that the ancient Nords understood. When your time comes, it does no good to cry. We all have an appointment with The End, and whether it comes sooner or later is of no consequence to us. Meet it laughing, and be of good cheer.
They don't frighten me, as odd as that might sound to some. My mother told me that I would have nightmares virtually every night as a young child (2 to 4 years old), so I imagine that after some time spent being terrified of them (I would wake up screaming and crying, which I vaguely remember), I eventually grew accustomed to my rather unusual dream world.
A number of dreams featured the dark presence of people with eyes similar to those of the Destroyer (orange with black, slitted irises). They terrified me for years, but then at some point I began to grow defiant of them. Their palpable menace started to recede when I elected to stare directly into their malevolent, blazing eyes. These were recurring dreams I had that stopped in my late teens.
I have a theory about why terror doesn't have much of a hold one me, and why those dreams - well, the typical dream for yours truly is in reality a nightmare - can't grip me for very long. Somewhere in either those dreams or life, I found a place inside of my psyche that nothing could touch. When I found that place, I was able to view terror and aggression in a completely different way...and I saw it as the greatest offense to a living creature. I saw what a tragedy and a crime it was, and whatever fear I might have experienced in the past gave way to anger. The terror enraged me.
I discovered the secret of the berserker, and I learned something that the ancient Nords understood. When your time comes, it does no good to cry. We all have an appointment with The End, and whether it comes sooner or later is of no consequence to us. Meet it laughing, and be of good cheer.