Rage Dreams
Jul. 12th, 2010 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luna_manarI woke up in a damn near feral rage, today.
It's something that's very rare for me. Dreams leave me with feelings of confusion, warmth, giddiness, depression, elation. Very rarely, anger.
I felt like I had enough animosity to burn the world and enjoy the screams. I felt that I had no one, no one at all, at my back. There was not a single person I could trust to back me up when odds came down to it; everyone was a coward and would bolt when things got heated. I had to fight for myself, without allies, without help, with nothing but enemies in the entire world. Even if I spoke the truth, and others knew it, they would negate me simply to save themselves.
It occurs to me that a lot of people must feel like this, all the time. It's something of a travesty that I can wash it away with a pot of Mexican coffee.
It's something that's very rare for me. Dreams leave me with feelings of confusion, warmth, giddiness, depression, elation. Very rarely, anger.
I felt like I had enough animosity to burn the world and enjoy the screams. I felt that I had no one, no one at all, at my back. There was not a single person I could trust to back me up when odds came down to it; everyone was a coward and would bolt when things got heated. I had to fight for myself, without allies, without help, with nothing but enemies in the entire world. Even if I spoke the truth, and others knew it, they would negate me simply to save themselves.
It occurs to me that a lot of people must feel like this, all the time. It's something of a travesty that I can wash it away with a pot of Mexican coffee.
