One of my childhood idols died today, what a shame. No one will ever come close to having the life he had, let alone understanding it. Many people might dislike him; for what he did to himself and to others, but it guess it happens when a human being lives without ever having friends, having true friends. It is such a sad story, but that is what makes him a legend in the end.
I had trouble sleeping today. I laid in bed for a good two hours, pondering about random and useless thoughts. I guess my mind grew tired and I was able to sleep at around 6AM, resulting with a eerily dream. This dream was vivid, and the emotions were real. I don't believe in the superstition of having bad luck for telling people your dreams. This is what I could remember from it..
It was around nighttime and I was driving alone. In a quick moment, a very bright flash covered my eyes and I couldn't see anything anymore. I wake up to find myself located in a hospital bed, with a few people crying beside me, crying for me. I can't recall who those people were, but I think they were close to me. I asked a lot of questions and I was anxious to know what happened. It appeared that I was apart of a devastating car crash, leaving half of my face disfigured. I didn't cry, and I didn't feel any pain; I didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer. As I got out of the bed and made my move towards the door, three friends in which I do remember very vividly showed up. They gave me their sympathetic hugs and I sprinted through the hallway right after. I managed to find my way out the hospital, finding myself in a garden. My heart was racing and I was furious to find myself in such a condition. I eventually sat down in the middle of the garden, on the grass, unwrapping the bandages off my face. Never being able to get a look on how my appearance was altered, I didn't seem to care. I just sat there for a long time, and it was peaceful. Some friends were yelling my name out, telling me to come back. Before I could even answer, I woke up to the sound of my alarm.
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