Strange dreams and nosebleeds.

If I could remember all my strange dreams in vivid detail and then transcribe them down, I'm sure that they'd make pretty good movie plots, which is me wondering if it is simply a fast-foward of me watching a movie in the future. I faintly remember waking up in the middle on the night on saturday and smelling the tinct of blood and wondering why my nasal tube felt wet. I awoke to find blood on the tube and on the sheets on my pillow. Odd. The dream was intense and each time I woke and fell asleep, the dream would take oer and would be progressing, much like your mind putting it on pause while you are away from the programming session. It seems very far away now, but it was scary and images of good and evil. I am thinking that I am given a glimpse into the unseen world of the spirits battling around us and that eveil is in fact looking for us, and it is only through the sheer courage anddetermination of good, sometimes in hiding, that carries us though. I do think to myself sometimes that I would be dead, given everything that is waiting to go wrong inside my body, what with all the unforgiving environments that I have subjected it to through the years, and in fact lately - the mould the dust, the poor diet, the bad eyes, the flat feet. Someone is trying very hard to keep me alive and it isn't me. And am coming to the realization that your dreams become more frequent and more intense as your essense stays with you are you aren't wasting it through masturbation. The energy must be pent up somehow and then redistributed to you rather than out throug your semen. Do we have more vitality if we don't induldge in the excesses of the flesh? who knows. It was dramatic and while last night's dream was long, it wasn't as intense and memorable for some reason. I do, however, recall having a dream last night but given the 6 hour lag between having and writing this, I don't remember a thing, other than the sensation.