Odd dream last night.
I was in a building with a lot of people, when somebody with the same name as me came in, shot and killed everyone, including myself. I'm not sure if he killed himself after.
It was reported on the news, and they named the killer, having the same name as myself.
Ghost me was still hanging around for whatever reason, and watched as everybody I knew assumed that the killer was actually me, and that I'd finally snapped. Everybody talked about me, some were shocked, and some claimed it made sense, while I was unable to correct anybody or say anything about it.

Maybe my dreams are telling me i've got too much anger inside, and it's wrecking everything that I have going for me.
Maybe my dreams are just expressing the fact that nobody knows what my true intentions are, or understand me.
Or perhaps it's just because of the comments written on my poem for the tournament, and how they didn't understand what I was going for, and I'm completely unable to explain myself which is really irritating - of late i've been trying to express my intentions more openly, in the hopes that others would understand and follow suit, so i can know what they're doing, but that's been having no results as of yet.

So I'll just explain my poem on here, as I'm the only one that reads this, but at least it helps to write things out, and at least I can track what i've written on here...
People were writing it was more depressed than hopeful, but that's I think hope is a very slight thing. If it were stronger, that would just be optimism. Hope is that thin lining of the sun, finally showing on the horizon after a long night. But that's too damn cliche to put into a poem, so I had to write about it in some other way. Apparently I should've just gone with the cliche, and probably receive better reviews, because writing a prose-poem seemed to piss one judge off, and he only gave me a 59/100. Motherfucker. I know I copped out at the end, but I would've given myself a 65.

Still, I cannot wait for the next round to begin.