Anyone who gets over 4 hours of sleep is a lucky bastard. Every night I either can not sleep, or choose not to. Why choose not to sleep? Oh you know I only have these completely horrifying dreams..Some examples maybe?
Nightmare#1:
I'm on stage with my band, we are in front of some major label companies. This was our make or brake chance. Its going soo damn well. The intro is kick ass and finally its my part. I go to sing but I cant. No words come out, as if I'd been put on mute. Not only did my only dream, my only hope get ripped to shreds right there infront of me, but so did my whole bands. I never could sing again and killed myself because i couldn't bare with the depression.
Nightmare#2:
My music career has started. My band has came out with there first album and is doing our first concert of the album. Everything is spot on. We but every bit of emotion into it. The guitar solo is fantastic and you can hear my heart in my voice. I look down and who is in the first row looking at me? The four men who saved my life and inspired my art and music, Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Frank, and Bob. We end our last song and turns out all four of them had backstage passes. I smile huge at all of them and just as im about to tell them how much they have inspired my Gerard looks at me and frowns saying, "Your vocals were so empty, so dead. No feeling, absolutely emotionless. I feel bad because the rest of the band did good." and then Frank goes "You pretty much ruined it, your just a hormonal fangirl"
Nightmare#3:
People i love die in front of me. They get their finger nails pulled out or hair plucked out, and im forced to watch.
There are more and worse dreams, but those are more private. I hate this. I wrote a poem about it:
Night terrors in my dreams
ill never sleep it seems
my dreams are slashed
my hopes, bashed
and in the nothing-ness of the night
i am wishing for the light
sleeping pills useless
against the ruthless
Night terrors
You are the heart to my beat,
-Music Mayhem-
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