any colour 'I' like...
well having established im a "weird" fellow as per the word's common connotations, i shall further delve into my eccentricities.
i see visions.
as in im not technically schizo or anythin of that sort. i just like playin in my head, at all time knowing that wats in there isn't true. yet i hang on to my imaginence (if there is such a word...im sure cat stevens uses it in one of his songs...i forget which) with a naive hope that it mite just turn out to be true. sometimes not even hoping, rather believin completely wat i see. sometimes wat i see is completely absurd and fantastic, and sometimes they even tho impossible by my present circumstances; are sprinkled with dashes of practicality.
for example i often see myself as a strugglin, third world, young footballer rising from the realms of obscurity to a premiership club and eventually going on to win the european cup. i always however find myself in the premiership. i attribute it to my relative familiarity to the english league as compared to the rest.
sometimes i prefer seeing me taking long walks or having chats with girls, interactions with whom have resulted in a broken heart; or friends who are not near. all these chats n walks often revolve around topics familiar to both myself and my imaginary visitor.
i more often see myself as a rock n roll guitarist. not a frontman of the band. but rather the creative genius behind the overtly iconic vocalist. i see myself touted by music pundits as one of the best lyricist and composers of my time. in these dreams im also known for my low profile lifestyle devoid of scandals involvin women; however, filled with rumours of consistent drug abuse. these 'visions' if you can call them, often end up as a chain of events....thus in my rockstar dreams i die at 27 after 3 platinum albums, OD-ing on stage. however whenever i need, i revert back to my life prior to my death. im particularly fond of this set of 'visions'.
but of all these the most frequently 'seen' vision is the one where im a general. respected and loved by his people and the only hope of his war torn nation. i had been sent to the king when young to recieve intensive training as a kid. in return i pledged my life to his son, my contemporary. we fell in love with the same nobleman's daughter, who chose the prince over me. i also have a sister who married a neighbouring king, n who is very close to the prince in my nation who later becomes king. i grow up to become the general of the state's army, with exclusive control over 5000 horsemen who were trained with me, and to whom i am the lord. not because i ask for it, but its just a manifestation of their love and royalty...king aurther and his knights style...
anyway the nation after the prince becomes king is torn in conflict. people are loyal to the king, however we are under extreme threat from the mongols...they're the coolest warriors in town n i kick their ass...
after that i just go down in history, repeatedly provin my worth in battle. noblemen are scared of me, but my king loves me. yet i demand no post in his court and live with my horsemen. i also come to my bro-in-law king's aid at times. my bro-in-law has serious ego issues, but reluctantly agrees to my aid after his chief counsel (childhood buddy) convinces him of my indispensibility.
now for faces in these dreams i often borrow from my social associations in real life. therefore the 'good guys' are often my friends, and the bad ones are usually people i despise (a common feature among them bein, that they are from the cowbelt).
these dreams or visions (watever) are not as simple as stated above. they are often intricate with details as to emotions, drama, daylight and gaberdine...i literally have a film running in my head. except i decide as to wat happens, nd i can do watever i want. rest assured i always act righteous.
i see visions.
as in im not technically schizo or anythin of that sort. i just like playin in my head, at all time knowing that wats in there isn't true. yet i hang on to my imaginence (if there is such a word...im sure cat stevens uses it in one of his songs...i forget which) with a naive hope that it mite just turn out to be true. sometimes not even hoping, rather believin completely wat i see. sometimes wat i see is completely absurd and fantastic, and sometimes they even tho impossible by my present circumstances; are sprinkled with dashes of practicality.
for example i often see myself as a strugglin, third world, young footballer rising from the realms of obscurity to a premiership club and eventually going on to win the european cup. i always however find myself in the premiership. i attribute it to my relative familiarity to the english league as compared to the rest.
sometimes i prefer seeing me taking long walks or having chats with girls, interactions with whom have resulted in a broken heart; or friends who are not near. all these chats n walks often revolve around topics familiar to both myself and my imaginary visitor.
i more often see myself as a rock n roll guitarist. not a frontman of the band. but rather the creative genius behind the overtly iconic vocalist. i see myself touted by music pundits as one of the best lyricist and composers of my time. in these dreams im also known for my low profile lifestyle devoid of scandals involvin women; however, filled with rumours of consistent drug abuse. these 'visions' if you can call them, often end up as a chain of events....thus in my rockstar dreams i die at 27 after 3 platinum albums, OD-ing on stage. however whenever i need, i revert back to my life prior to my death. im particularly fond of this set of 'visions'.
but of all these the most frequently 'seen' vision is the one where im a general. respected and loved by his people and the only hope of his war torn nation. i had been sent to the king when young to recieve intensive training as a kid. in return i pledged my life to his son, my contemporary. we fell in love with the same nobleman's daughter, who chose the prince over me. i also have a sister who married a neighbouring king, n who is very close to the prince in my nation who later becomes king. i grow up to become the general of the state's army, with exclusive control over 5000 horsemen who were trained with me, and to whom i am the lord. not because i ask for it, but its just a manifestation of their love and royalty...king aurther and his knights style...
anyway the nation after the prince becomes king is torn in conflict. people are loyal to the king, however we are under extreme threat from the mongols...they're the coolest warriors in town n i kick their ass...
after that i just go down in history, repeatedly provin my worth in battle. noblemen are scared of me, but my king loves me. yet i demand no post in his court and live with my horsemen. i also come to my bro-in-law king's aid at times. my bro-in-law has serious ego issues, but reluctantly agrees to my aid after his chief counsel (childhood buddy) convinces him of my indispensibility.
now for faces in these dreams i often borrow from my social associations in real life. therefore the 'good guys' are often my friends, and the bad ones are usually people i despise (a common feature among them bein, that they are from the cowbelt).
these dreams or visions (watever) are not as simple as stated above. they are often intricate with details as to emotions, drama, daylight and gaberdine...i literally have a film running in my head. except i decide as to wat happens, nd i can do watever i want. rest assured i always act righteous.
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