The dream
I’m talking to myself…
Why am I here? I…I don’t know…there is something totaly fucked up…but what…yes…I’m psychotic…I suffer from schizophrenia…but why?
Seconds later, I get the answer in form of pictures in my head
…a dead man…shot…why…he tol me…what? A crying man…a dead man…Why?
Then I get this scary feeling, a very unique feeling that I can’t stop. I close my eyes and when I open it, I would be in a large but empty storage hall with two beds in the center.
The crying man…he is here…laughing…smiling at me…this feeling scares me…I know that this is not real…it’s a hallucination…my mind feels foul snowball that slowly begins to melt…
The man looks at me without saying a word…there is almost zero gravity,like on the moon, as we start to jump on the two beds…we’re floating thru space.which feels like a cozy shelter to me…but very cold hearted at the same time…something is wrong…there is still this horrible feeling…
The scary feeling is gone…and I know now why…It’s like my mind is splitted. One part of it is in my body which is actually trembling on the ground and the other part is a “ghost”, flying over the scene…watching myself, with a crippled soul…
The jumping on the beds, that scary feeling…it was all part of a hallucination I had because I suffered from schizophrenia in that dream. In the dream, I got insane because of this friendly man, jumping with me on the bed…in slow motion…we were floating…but actually I was a insane man, that just suffered from a psychotic attack
Reality bites. Even in dreams 
