Friends of BoredPanda,I'm living a really CONTROVERSIAL STORY and now trying to share it with more people...hope you will want to READ mooooore ;)
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As a child I had a lucid dream of writing a STORY about my life.
But I was too young...nothing to talk about...so from Milan I moved to Lisbon for my studies. Here I fell in love with the city, the ocean and the job of my landlord...he was doing nothing...enjoying his life...a DREAM.
Not many years passed and I was the LANDLORD too...I was managing 3 apartments, doing AirBnb in summer and renting rooms to students in winter...got a bar...a lot of friends...everything was perfect.
Then a bitch broke my heart and I fell into a depression...to fight this period I started to write a diary...and to be precise, a drunk night after having climbed a crane set on the highest viewpoint of this beautiful city.
There is where my book starts and from there on, my life took really ABSURDE directions...I was too often wondering...is this REAL? is it IMAGINATION?...why always to ME?
All these questions made me almost lose my mind. I became violent, paranoid, started hearing “voices”, with some double personality attacks and people around me told me I was clearly turning into a psychopath.
The insane period finally passed...I think, probably, my sub-conscious was pushing to have something more interesting to “write about” ...God knows why I went that crazy.
Now I'm following my diary and structuring it to be readable.
YAMAN-Life of a Crazy Conscious, the title, and here the beginning.
"Human brain is a strange machine, has the power of remembering little details, or forgetting important
moments, depending on his own needs.
In some case is even able to create his own world.
In Lisbon especially.
There is a strange atmosphere there. Something MORE.
I call it effect “secret door”.
If you open the right one, if you end up there, something that I feel like considering “magic” can happen.
I suggest to give a try. YOU. Go there, feel the city, open that door aaaaaand...there you are.
There I was. Few times already. Don’t remember how long ago.
I met a person. He had that “extra” too...funny stories. Different personality. Insane episodes.
Since that day I felt the need of putting on paper as much as I could follow and understand of his life.
He speaks fast and is not always easy to distinguish what is reality, what imagination.
But the story is amazing, so I’m here, wasting my ink, to tell YOU.
In that specific door the music was loud, the people scaring and the all place I can only describe it as wired and dark.
In the middle of the dance-floor there were three of the most different characters I ever seen in my life.
Taking their space. Lost in their trips. Far away from us.
Tried to talk but I got aggressively ignored. They didn’t give a fuck of what happening around them.
Closed eyes. All in their minds. All in the music.
Were probably the drugs hitting strong cause they were unstoppable.
Keeping on dancing. Keeping on living. Enjoying. Flying.
Curious I started asking around, but, no names, no ideas, nobody gave me a response.
Gave up. Too crazy to follow, but that night they kept on dancing in my dreams.
Who were them?...ecc ecc ecc"
Already got a contract by the most prestigious Portuguese print-house (Chiado Editors) sending only three stories, for publishing it in many countries, making commercials on TV and newspapers...but since I'm not a "real writer" I'm now looking for professional help.
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I realized that we, all HUMANS, are nothing else than a product of what OUR MIND wants us TO BECOME.
DREAMERS of our own dream.
Mine is to share this concept and another couple of ideas with more people.
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I wish that a story like mine would open the eyes of more people of how the power of a dream can modify the destiny of any of us...imagine that until less than an year ago I was renting rooms for living...now I'm suddently writing a book and some “different” theories.
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Contact me here if you wanna know more ;)
https://www.linkedin.com/in/andrea-amendola-9a0b51166/
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All the best.
Andrea Amendola
The CrazyConscious
