The Headless Golfer

I can't see clearly without the visual aid of my glasses. Being short sited, I find it hard to spot distant objects. But then, luckily I can still see the words that appear on the screen of my computer, which is the result of my typing them. At times I feel that I type rubbish as the certain stuff that I type, has no relevance whatsoever to me. My imagination is to be blamed for this. I believe everyone who is reading this post at this very moment, do ponder or fantasize about the places which they've seen but never been to. In order for this to happen, that particular place should enthrall or captivate the mind of the fantasist. It must be special in a certain perspective or appealing to be fantasized of. Anyhow, I believe everyone would love to go to that special place which they portrayed of being in in their mind. Besides that, my dreams are also to be labeled as the culprit for letting my thoughts run wild. That is probably the main reason why I am so passionate of sleeping; so I can ever so often.

Usually I sleep like 10 hours on average. I know, that it is not good for my health, but I'd do anything for those 'loco' ideas that I get whilst dreaming; this only proceeds if the dream is a good one. When I was a kid, my dreams usually evolved into nightmares. One of them was about this golfer who terrorized the locals; as he was wanting to acquire a head, after losing his on one Halloween night. What terrified me even more was that he used a huge golf ball as a temporary head, until he'd find a real head. There was this one incident that happened in the early hours of Saturday. In my dream, the headless golfer had literally caught me by the scruff of my neck. The golfer then reached for his golf stick, which he'd use to knock off my head.

As he was about to decapitate me, thankfully I woke up. I was heavily sweating. Trembling with fear, I checked my room a couple of times to see if anyone was sharing it without my knowledge. But to my relieve, no one was in it except me. The headless golfer was just a character in a bizarre nightmare of mine. He does not exist in reality. By the way, this was a somewhat crazy dream. It was all my cousins fault for telling me the tale of the headless golfer. I was also a little imbecilic to believe such thing existed. Anyhow, I still gotta hand it to my cousin whom I am so grateful of having for telling me the tale which has left a me a little paranoid at times. But anyway, if it wasn't for that ridiculed story, my dream would not have had any spice in it at all. Thus, rendering me a boring and unfruitful sleep.