Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 4:45:55 GMT
I've had visions of me dragging around hell, eating rocks and drinking tar as a huge monster, another's as a conscious zombie ripping apart people without my consent, including children, other's as being trapped in a pocket of perfect darkness where every movement I took felt on my limbs like being immersed in a deep pool of putrid jelly and the smell of rotten meat surrounded me.
But that one time I had a chance to defend myself against monstrously huge shadow men. They had bright eyes. And at first I battled well, swinging punches like I was Superman, but soon they overcame me and closed on me. I remember keeping fighting until they were to close, and I remember feeling my breath closing short, my lungs felt cold. I remember asking for forgiveness for all my mistakes, that I was sorry for hurting a lot of people and being an insufferable motherfucker.
As they closed in, I remember a bright light appearing in what I believe was a nearby cliff. I say "believe" because everything was pitch darkness. I heard a loud horse's braying and the light came to me. The light cut thru the darkness and the shadowmen like butter as it rode to me downhill. And there I saw it, a man in a grey old-fashioned uniformed old man riding a beatiful grey and white horse. He looked so regal with his golden sword and white gloves, looking at me sternly.
This is a time to fight, son, help me," as he threw a cutlass to me. The sword felt radiant, as if all of my strenght was quadrupled and stored within its blade. I remember fighting for days, or maybe weeks (in my dreams/vision) endlessly, with my cutlass and the image of a distant shimmer in the distance. Suddenly, it was all over. Darkness was still all around me, but no more shadowmen.
I approached the light to find a gray, balding man holding his hat to his right and a sword to his left. I wanted to thank him so much, but before I said anything, he just said "Remember to always fight for what your heart is worth, my son. Godspeed, see you on the other side." And he saluted me before mounting his grey and white steed again. All I did was salute back like a retard, trying to show respect, as he rode into the source of the light he came from.
I woke up. I wasn't much of a history buff then, but his uniform did look from the American civil war, a confederate. Well, turns out the old man was Robert Ernest Lee and his good ol' horse Traveller.
Anyways, I just wanted to share this. I wasn't aware on how much of a great guy the General was, being a yankee for close to 2 decades of my life. I had since moved to the south of the U.S., and I've felt happier. My depression is gone and my addiction to substances is null. Finally I feel like I have a purpose in life after all these years spent in the north.
But that one time I had a chance to defend myself against monstrously huge shadow men. They had bright eyes. And at first I battled well, swinging punches like I was Superman, but soon they overcame me and closed on me. I remember keeping fighting until they were to close, and I remember feeling my breath closing short, my lungs felt cold. I remember asking for forgiveness for all my mistakes, that I was sorry for hurting a lot of people and being an insufferable motherfucker.
As they closed in, I remember a bright light appearing in what I believe was a nearby cliff. I say "believe" because everything was pitch darkness. I heard a loud horse's braying and the light came to me. The light cut thru the darkness and the shadowmen like butter as it rode to me downhill. And there I saw it, a man in a grey old-fashioned uniformed old man riding a beatiful grey and white horse. He looked so regal with his golden sword and white gloves, looking at me sternly.
This is a time to fight, son, help me," as he threw a cutlass to me. The sword felt radiant, as if all of my strenght was quadrupled and stored within its blade. I remember fighting for days, or maybe weeks (in my dreams/vision) endlessly, with my cutlass and the image of a distant shimmer in the distance. Suddenly, it was all over. Darkness was still all around me, but no more shadowmen.
I approached the light to find a gray, balding man holding his hat to his right and a sword to his left. I wanted to thank him so much, but before I said anything, he just said "Remember to always fight for what your heart is worth, my son. Godspeed, see you on the other side." And he saluted me before mounting his grey and white steed again. All I did was salute back like a retard, trying to show respect, as he rode into the source of the light he came from.
I woke up. I wasn't much of a history buff then, but his uniform did look from the American civil war, a confederate. Well, turns out the old man was Robert Ernest Lee and his good ol' horse Traveller.
Anyways, I just wanted to share this. I wasn't aware on how much of a great guy the General was, being a yankee for close to 2 decades of my life. I had since moved to the south of the U.S., and I've felt happier. My depression is gone and my addiction to substances is null. Finally I feel like I have a purpose in life after all these years spent in the north.