Fear is a common emotion. We all have it inside of us. Unfortunately
mine is overwhelmed by my dreams. Dreams of death and destruction in my world. People
tell me it is just stress, but I’m not so sure. I feel unbelievably
childish, knowing that I have dreams that frighten me. They wake me up at
ridiculous times in the night and force my brain to believe that they are real. Therefore sleep for me isn't really a ‘thing to do’ on my list.
My dreams usually consist of someone I love very much dying.
Logically these could be related to me leaving home for university, the feel of not being
able to see anyone again. However these deaths are never quick, they are slow
and painful and I can’t do anything to stop them. I can’t protect my loved ones when they
are in need of immediate help; I just watch them, slowly wither away until they
can’t breathe anymore. Sometimes I can feel the pain they go through, but I can’t
wake up. I just stay in my dream, hurt. I just watch them wither away.
After watching the film Saw,
my mind started to play up again and the deaths I was dreaming about became
just like the Saw film. People being trapped and forced to panic and then die. The
writer of Saw, Leigh Whannell and the director, James Wan, are two just
incredibly twisted people. To include a psychopath who is basically a bully is
just disgraceful. Aren't there enough perverted people in this world? But no, we
think that it's sensible to give people ideas, to add something into their heads
to make non-fiction become realty. What is the point? I understand that people
enjoy films like this and gain a massive thrill, but seriously all it does its
freak you out and make you worried to walk home alone in the dark. Where is the
fun in that?
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