:: Tuesday, April 06, 2004
the dream world..
that place we go to in our sleep..
y'know the spot..
some people get it in black n white..
some in colour..
some try to run in fear, but are either transfixed, or hobble on their knees..
they scream.. yet no noise is heard..
damn stupid thing is.. is I seem to be muckin' it up lately..
I dunno, guess I figured this whole "I can control my reality" shit in me dreams..
and there I am, in the dream.. just about to unleash some crazy shit..
levitating off the ground, about to punch a huge energy bolt blast thru a wall..
or pile up cars like domino's..
and I dunno.. it's like the freakin' dream crashes..
as soon as I think up something cool.. and try to act it.. I'm booted out..
blue screen of death..
wake up cursing..
coz I KNOW I couldn't work this neo shit in reality..
reality's a harder nut to crack..
but, I try it in dreams..
and PING! syntax bloody error..
can't break the rules..
can't fucking bend 'em..
my brain must be too damn rigid lately..
hmmm.. so how DO I get away with abuse of power in dreams?
how CAN I forge my own surreality..?
really get that creativity bouncing into alternate dimensions?
some serious yoda shit if I could crack it..
reality is a toilet.. and then you die..
maybe hope lies elsewhere?
:: Spoz 5:27 AM |