Dreaming Within Illusions

Through out sometimes, I have certain dreams that have a powerful effect on me when I wake up. Sometimes, I am unable to let those certain dreams determine the mood and tone of the day.

I believe I wrote about this a few times before, but this time it was different. I literally felt sick to my core. I couldn't eat anything that day. I feel disgusted with myself on those types of days. It's like I'm really weak when it comes to certain people and certain dreams. It really takes a toll and breaks me down inside. The feeling of being weak to something that's not even around, it's degrading in a sense. I keep telling myself that it's not even real, it's not even real, it was just my imagination, and those people are just memories to me now, they're not even here anymore.

But it doesn't work. It's like nothing works when that happens. The only thing to remedy this effect is to wait for nightfall and fall asleep slowly. Pass out and let the tension drift off into nothingness. Let go of the grip and allow the images to fade away. That's the only solution...from what I've experienced many times before.

Fight fire with fire. Dream away a dream. Sleep off the invisible pain. Fall away from the anger. Close off your eyes to the hatred.

It's just a dream.
It's just an illusion.

It's not real to me.
It's just a fantasy within a delusion.

Hold the secrets I keep.
Mute the countless confessions.

Dry the tears I weep.
Drown out the aggression.

Allow my tired soul to sleep.
For the memories are just really made of nothing.