The dream...

The other day I had a dream. As most dreams, mine are very unexplainable and not steady. I usually glide above the ground and shift from one position to another very fast. I interact with people but they seem to be standing firmly on the ground. And I usually have a very muddy vision, like looking through the fog.
This particular dream was similarly projected, however, as always, I don't remember the whole dream. But I remember the most important part. At least in this dream. I was standing, and in front of me was a person. I could not see if it's a male or a female. That part was blurry, but I did see one crucial part (as I figured later) that is most important. This person was wearing the same leather jacket that I have. This gave me a feeling of a surprise, in a dream. This is all I remember and all I need to reach certain conclusions from it. Having read Freud's Dream interpretation it was easy for me to interpret this one. He says that every dream is a presentation of a certain desire we have. Therefore, this one is too. Not only because he says so, it'll become clear later. So, now you're thinking - Why would I want someone to have the same jacket as I do? This is where another dream characteristic comes into play. All dreams are metaphorically displayed. Therefore nothing is literal. Knowing this it's not hard to reach a conclusion.
Lately, I've been quite occupied with an assumption that there is noone on this world that is exactly the same as I. But everyone wants to find that someone...someone who understands them, someone who thinks like them. It's known as - a soul mate.
It's no wonder this dream appeared to me now, for I have been showed numerous times that not so many people think as I do. Recently, I talked about an emotion I cannot describe. I'm actually quite sure that noone feels it. Noone but me. Why? 'Cause it is so complex and illogical that only my eccentric mind could come up with something like that. It would be nice to meet someone who feels it too. But how can I find a characteristic in someone if I can't define that very characteristic.

26.03.2007. u 23:45
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Primijetio sam da ljudi misle kako su ovo pjesme koje sam ja prepisao od drugih poznatih ili nepoznatih umjetnika, ali da sad raščistim...ovo su MOJE pjesme...ja sam ih napisao...ja sam...bez ičije pomoći...(ok, možda mi tu i tamo netko da inspiraciju, ali to ne znači da su sudjelovali u stvaranju pjesme :P)



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