The Dream Of Secret Messages

I probably have no idea why it started.

It all started 7 days before. The day I started seeing Miss Telesendra in my dreams doing things that were either new or very strange for me to see. For the first 5 days, I saw her writing short poetries which in her real life would have been her perfect literature debut. And in the remaining days, I saw her Reading Communist Manifesto and Myne Calm the Autobiography of Adolf Hitler. Some things were completely different from her Calm personality. I even told her about the poetry one. To which she said just it may have been my overthinking. And greeted me bye. Things up to till that were only questions that would disappear after some time. But the incident of last night changed the entire scenario. I saw her talking to me. She was saying probably things going to change. And I was right to tell her. But in a moment, I saw myself in a dungeon. I saw a giant 10 x of my size. Then she said we would handle this by diplomacy. I shouted no. You shouldn't. I took out my knives. And then the giant said you know you can't defeat me. You should probably win with yourself first. I said Hey Wait? Where are you going? He said I am not. I will be talking through your mind. And you will understand my intention. And we started talking. And every time whenever I wrote something. He seemed to listen. When I used to shiver and cry. He used to sit with me. Meanwhile I was facing anger management issues and when we talked the other voice and people in front of me seemed frozen. They did not appear to be talking to my eyes. Then today while I was awake after having lunch, I decided to confront him. And I asked him what he wanted from me. Will he do any harm to my closest people? He gave me the same reply. Then Tracey asked what happened. I woke up with tears of regret. She said you are crying. I said no. I am sorry, but my nightmare affects me a lot. They make me feel shiver and cries.

What has triggered that in me always? Teenage or some bad karma? Probably I will self-destruct. Hey, listen calm down Vansh. I had that past too. And if it's about your performance. There's nothing wrong with it. You are giving the best you always put I. How can I Tracey? And at this point tears had formed a layer of pain on my face. She said listen I know you may be thinking you are doing things wrong. You are getting abnormal. But trust me the way even you put in your emotions in your poetries, the way you use your pain for innovation. I am sure that no one could do it here. She left me for a while.