Something is not right…
October 19th, 2006 by adam-d-amateur-poetGreetings people.
Finally I found something that I wished to share with all of you who reads my post. This is something that is usually reserve for my best friends…however, given the situation in which I can’t actually meet them nowadays…I decided to post my problem here. I find this problem a little disturbing for me even though I have no desire to do it. Whether I should go to a psychiatrist or not…it depends. Anyway, the problem is…I am fascinated by death. MY death in particular.
Recently…I had a very interesting dream. I dreamt that I was in a building. And I was not alone. I was with hundreds of people and each one of us are armed with a rifle, standing along the corridors of that building which in turn is facing another building with lots of ARMED people there. Before I knew it, we started firing at one another. Our uniforms strikingly resembles the uniform during the Napoleonic Wars. I remembered killing a few people. Then our commander shouted orders to fire at will and we did. Before I knew it, the battle was over. The enemy retreated and it happened. I felt a stinging pain at my abdomen. I look down and saw that I was shot. I was shot. I could see blood pouring out of my abdomen. Blood started to come out from my mouth…and I fell down to the ground.
Then I saw somebody was rushing towards me. It was not the medics, it was instead my friend. My good friend, Zhe Choon. I could see that he was panic. Who wouldn’t be when your best friend lay on the ground, bleeding to death? He shouted and shouted for the medic to come and I said something to him. By then I can’t even hear my voice. I can’t even hear his voice then. He kept nodding and his lips moving, but not a word could be heard from it. And finally I woke up the minute I blacked out in my dream.
Since then people, I have imagined my own death in many many ways. Most of it was getting shot at. Some include being involve in a horrible accident. And yesterday, I imagined jumping down from the highest floor of KLCC and imagined hitting the floor with hundreds of people watching it. After all my imagined accidents happened, I imagined being wheeled into the ICU. Depending on life support machines and doctors annoucing to my family that I have no hope of surviving left. My family was there crying their eyes out. And I also imagined what would MY friends, my old friends and new friends, react when they heard of me being shot, or got involved in an accident. I imagined that through this "accidents" I will be able to weed out the hopeless friends. Friends I do not need in life. Maybe that’s why I am fascinated by my own death. To see whether I had any true friends…coz I feel…very…very lonely these days. Its as though…I am not alive. I feel that my existence is…insignificant.
So what do you think? Am I crazy? Or do YOU see a man who’s fighting a losing battle against loneliness? I kindly appreciate all REASONABLE feedback…not sarcastic ones and stupid ones. Now I shall leave and imagine being shot at like a target practice…ciao and thank you for your time.