Short Seemingly long days,
Quite the usual drift back then...
Pointlessness and all that daily misery.
Sadness and Sharpness in the Air,
Tyre Screeching and Distant Screams in despair.
Stillness...

Those were the days.
Days when I was recovering from my prediction Dreams.
Ones which caused me Chronic Insomnia because I just couldn't live the same day twice.

I knew what would happen, the funny sound the door would make, that drop of coffee that would fall out the cup and land on the table.
The number of times the dog would bark, the direction the wind would blow the leaves,
I literally knew everything about the day the moment I opened my eyes almost like a camera on rewind or repeat.

I did talk about it.
I couldn't take it anymore.
But unfortunately it was my monkey to carry.
I'd seen everything before,
and no one had the ability to comprehend.

So I cursed myself.
Put myself in Deep meditation
And did some self hypnosis.
Only I could end this madness.

I must say it worked.
Not exactly.
But it atleast made me forget about the dream.
Though there'd be a glitch every now and then where I knew I'd experienced the same moment before.
So I went on with the Life of the Endless Persuit of Nothingness.

Until this one Day.
This One unexpected Day in February...
I was in the dream and I saw the dream.
"Please don't be"...
whimpering to myself clenching my eyes tight before I glance at life.

The atmosphere in the room so Familiar,
The contrast hue of the sun,
The Familiar bird humming...
It was bound to happen.

A dream repeating itself all over again even in reality.
It was a Sunday.
People had flocked to Church.

I was busy calculating the day and trying to forget it.

One particular incident that would end this fire;
The items in the gift bag.
And there they were.
Everything I saw in the dream...

I lost my breath...
Not only had I had the dream before;
I'd lived it before...

Everything was on repeat.
I literally knew everything.
A thousand was and understatement to how many times I'd been in the place.

Not to mention I'd dreamt of it prior without an idea of what it looked like.

How could I dream of Tomorrow if I haven't been there?

What are Dreams?
Perhaps memories?
Am I even awake?

It's sad.

That's not the only thing I deal with.
My strange relationship with technology.
That's my whole Consciousness.

How I know the future,
but it's too heavy to think of because it's tragic.

Had this dream,
A boy and his world were fading.
I was just strolling through like I always do.
He held my arm and he begged Me for Life.
"The only way you can save yourselves is Loving ourselves",
I said.

A bit too late I suppose.
I looked back and they disappeared.

Still not sure if that was a Dream.
But I was surrounded by millions of Stars .
And heartbroken that he had to go.

Some nights I cry over them.

Being Me is awesome.
But it comes with a lot of hurt.
Seeing suffering so much that you decide to harden your heart so you feel less and don't care.

The guilt when people die and worlds turn to Ash.
But there was no other way.
It had to happen.
You knew from the beginning it was going to.

Sadly I'm not a Hero, or a Saviour.
More of a Villain if you may.
But I'm just a Dreamer.

Just Jupiter.
Absolutely nothing I can do about it.