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My consciencess retained itself, in a room of madness. I had surounded myself with everything I could to distract myself from facing the reality. Loud, blaring noises with meaningless red and purple strobing lights. I'd even go as far as screaming at the top of my lungs, or becoming mindlessly hostile and attacking anyone or anything that so much as posed a challange to the sheer haze of neglect id thrown myself into, anything to mute the truth, that grew louder, and louder. Making it more difficult to bury as well as my actions more eratic and irrational in a hot frenzy of sheer denial.

...And then there was nothing. Blankness. A cold, still darkness. An overwhelming sensation of calm at first, but given my time to adjust I began to stablize. I was left alone with the reality of my situation. I strongly believe this was a sybolizem of 'acceptance', which manifest itself into last nights dreamscape.

From what I see here, You have Depression.