The End of Me

I never really saw the end to life.
But my body will die. But hear this: I WILL NOT DIE FROM AN ACCIDENT.
The world may see it as an accident, but I assure you, it will not be. I will never die from an accident.
I really hate it when people try to cover up the truth.

Personal belief on Deja Vu

I've always believed that the theoretical mind exists in the present while the physical mind exists in the past...
And that dreams are a connection of one's self to the present.
And that deja vu is just recalling a memory your theoretical mind has experienced and is now being experienced by your physical mind.

So basically, we, as we are, awake and living in the present, is actually living in the past.

I have yet to know how to link the two minds in a way other than dreaming...

I want to experience the PRESENT with my physical mind.

Dreamt about going back to my old college

Everything feels so familiar.

Same old rooms, same old corridors, same old faces.

I went inside an office (probably the dean's) and saw my classmates there chatting around talking about this and that and of jargon common to pack.

They saw me and greeted me and asked if I was to enroll this semester.

"No, probably not." I answered.

And they continued chatting and looking at papers, writing notes.

I felt detached but relieved because I wouldn't be doing the same boring things they are doing now.

I looked at them for one last time in the hopes of memorizing their features.

And I stepped back and walked out the door slowly, leaving them murmuring amongst themselves.

[I like the meaning of this dream... It's so happy.]