I'm Misunderstood!

~What ever happened to the young man's heart, swallowed by pain; as he slowly fell apart~

I never dream these days, at least I cant seem to remember them. Sometimes I'll have a dream, and it quickly fades like the last rays of sunlight drifting towards night. I always had a little thought that perhaps the dreams we cant remember are glimpses of the future. When we have deja-vu it's from that glimpse that we forgot, but yet somehow remember.
Anyhow.

I once ranted about how I've been desensitized by life. That sometimes I wake up and see things that I cant explain, and they slowly vapor ate into the depths of darkness. Last night, I slept fitfully, waking up by the slightest sound or whisper. I suppose anyone can flatly just look at my bed and give me a very insightful observation.

"Bit, you sleep on a futon mattress on the floor that feels like a slab of cold rock"

My reply, will be somewhat drawn and apprehensive.

"Yeah, well. It's still a bed damnit!"

Anyhow.

Last night *sighs*. I woke up and sleepily gazed around. There on the floor, next to my matress marched a congregation of toy soldiers. I could make out the red of their suits, their miniature hands holding small silver swords. As I shook myself to alertness they slowly marched into my closet and dissapeard.

Explaining to my mind, that Im just crazy, I went back to sleep.

Later, I woke to look up into a large whirlpool of red energy coming towards me, I flailed my hands out trying to stop the inevitable crash landing on my face. It of course dissapeared.

I sometimes wonder if im crazy. What next I think aloud; hearing voices in my mind. Or maybe, I'll start seeing cartoon characters dancing around while I work. Bugs bunny eating a carrot and exclaiming "What's up Joe"

*shiver*

I'm not crazy damnit *shakes fist in air* I'm misunderstood!