Mental Mutiny

When, oh when, will those *toot* nightmares go away...

Lord, heal me. Please.

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Anyways, tell me what does this mean:

I was at the resthouse, a resort;
Hot but surprisingly cold,
A highland place,
with chilly winds and burning sun.

Disorientated, not knowing what the hell was i doing there,
i climbed up a long narrow, winding staircase of a tower after going up from the main block;
But not before pausing to notice many unknown faces i have met before,
Unnamed undividuals i saw some point in life.

Reaching the top, i saw loved ones,
Mutilated, tortured, devilish somehow;
Coaxing me with the kind of haunting love to go to the edge of that skyview roof;
And suddenly something grabbed me,
-something i should never feel, ever.-

That became my motivation, I went ahead;
But as soon as three steps were taken, i fell,
It was inclining downwards and it was slippery;
I wondered, but the adrenaline and the anger drove me on, blind and crawling.
-The sensation of grabbing still exists!-

I reached the edge, grille protecting me from falling to an uncertain death;
Saw a chilling but awesome view of a huge forest valley and a larger mountain;
Water, just gushing under me to become a waterfall beyond the edge;
Slipping, to a flat halt on my face, adrenaline and anger rushing with fear in my veins.
-I awoke, with sweat dripping like hell and a messed up pants-


(A Dream)