Sweet dreams, Angel.

You close your eyes again. and you dream of things that are not normal.
Abnormal to humans. To us. To them.
That feeling of being shot and your wound is licking itself, trying to save you from everything.
From death, from mental death.
It's like you're being chased around by some demon. Your very own demon, which was unknown to you.
Which you have locked away, because you were too scared to admit that your demon is catching up on you.
It has chased you from every nightmare. And it scares you a lot.
You tremble and panic every time you see the demon spotting you in the background. and you try to run away from it.

So close your eyes again. and dream of an event within a dream.
Unable to differentiate reality at a significant moment. Where you thought you were already awake, but then you are not. you're still dreaming.
"I guess the movie Inception, could be possible."
And then you open your eyes again. Whooped back to reality.
You look at your surroundings. You smell your surroundings and you think it through.
Trying to remember what it was really about.

I can try to stare. To stare on the ceiling. And think of a thousand things that aren't going right.
But then, life is not perfect. Full of flaws and imperfections.
The timings, the matters, the particles, the mind sets. DIFFERENT.
They collide randomly. And suddenly you're poof-ed somewhere you don't really want to be.
You'd have to swim your own way out, just because of life's random manner in putting you in different pools of situations.
Some pools dry, some pools deep.
Sink or swim, it entirely depends on you.