The Battle Between 2 Evils ;)

I just woke up from a baaad dream. I slept early, around 9 pm because I haven't been feeling too well lately. And at midnight, precisely 1 am, I woke up with my heart racing and and I was running out of breath. I dreamt I was in a fight. I was in a very dark dome, it's like underground cave in some sci-fi movies. You know, like in movies where the future is so fucked up we have underground people in the slum area. I was in a stage, and there were people watching. Like hundreds of them. I was there fighting the flying demons. I couldn't see the shape nor forms. But I could feel them. They were attacking me, trying to strangle my neck and to steal my sanity. I was in a mental and physical battle with them. They were prolly like the dementors in Harry Potter movies. It was like as if they stole the oxygen supply, I was suffocated. I was cornered, there were so many of them. And there were people watching from below the stage, some of them were cheering, the rest of them were just watching anxiously. Most of them wore dark clothes, ripped.

I was exhausted, no one helped me and the numbers of my enemies kept growing.. I cried for help. No one answered..
Except one. Yes, the person I've ignored for oh so many years. Prolly since I could use my brain and ask the question: if there's god and he's so kind to us, why do human beings suffer?

There he was. Jesus Christ himself. Not Jesus the thug from Puerto Rico. Nor Jesus the illegal immigrant from Mexico. It was Jesus Christ from I don't know where. I could not see his face, but he told me that he was Jesus. I believed him... Hey don't blame me, in a situation like that you wouldn't care who he was or where he was from. I needed backup!

So anyway, I was still fighting the demons when Jesus just stood there. I knew I could ask him for help but I was too stubborn. "I'm a tough motherfucker", that was what I thought. But no.. The situation turned bad. I was about to lose the fight. I wasn't giving up, but I know I'd get killed sooner or later. 
Suddenly the guy from Betlehem stood beside me and said, "You know what, you don't have to be that stubborn. All you need to do is just believe".

And then I won the battle.

I don't know how I or he did that. But the enemies were dead. People were cheering. Some of them were sulking. I got off the stage and walked home.. Feeling weird.. And then I woke up feeling even more weird.

For you who know me personally, you guys must be thinking what the fuck is wrong with me.. Don't ask me, I have no fuckin idea.. I have never been religious and I really don't want to think this event as a religious experience that will bring back my christianity. Because there was never any. I think this is because I made fun of his name in my previous note. But this kinda make me think, maybe I should be more in touch with my spirituality. I have ignored myself and the health of my inner spirit for so many years. I have drowned myself in this superficial and materialistic world.

I will not change to be a different person. I just thought.. Maybe I can do something better. For myself, for you, for the people, for this world. I guess being positive sometimes is not bad at all.

And don't worry, I won't stop partying :)
Just maybe not as hardcore as before :p

PS: I am NOT drunk/high

Or maybe this is because I'm not drunk/high??

I don't knowwwwwww