Intensity
My week began to fade out and in…
I was so consumed by dreams. Like my subconscious outworked in my dreams was going off the charts…of normality…
I could see it, however I didn’t feel like I was in the dream but instead was actually just watching the occurrences unfold.
I could see crowds of people, looking angry, infuriated even, and shouting by the sidelines. But there was this one girl who remained silent. Her countenance looked kind despite the mannerisms of the people around her, but her expression was pained.
I was engrossed as I watched a guy trudging past these people, carrying something that looked heavy, and it looked like he’d been beaten very badly, and most people were shouting and cursing at him.
He didn’t stop trying to walk up this hill, but I saw him turn a
