There was a time when nightmares were a terrible thing to experience because they were so different from reality. When did I start waking up into a nightmare?
This dream was a common dream nowadays; I'm the anti-hero protagonist, with a striking resemblance to myself both physically and emotionally.
I let situations deteriorate before me just because I'm too indecisive and I only act in the last moment when it's too late to change anything. I just make things worse. Sometimes the main idea of a dream isn't the plot, it's the ocean of feelings you have to endure. For a split second between dreaming and waking up, with eyes wide open, I feel like a baby again. Completely new to this world. And then it all showers down to what has become my life.