A writer's strangeness

Voice of Nature There he was standing on the coast of the beautiful ocean trying to make his final decision. He had lost everything to his bloody fate, now, he wanted to leave this bitchy world where what everyone cared about was just money. But his legs were not cooperating with him completely. He was rooted to the spot watching end of another day. The sunset was beautiful beyond words. He kept staring at it, a part of his hopes coming back to him. Then he suddenly shook himself rather violently bringing himself to his present, he had accepted his defeat from his fate, he had lost his way to his destiny. Yet that last moment of sunshine, that rippling of water, that chirping of seabirds, those small fishes sometimes surfacing on water, as if out of curiosity, what that man was doing standing still, all these were trying to pull him back. But why should he stay, wasn't all his reasons for living kicked out of him by his own society, his own relatives, friends and all.  Still ...

A strange dream I was dreaming of a blissful place, having no pain or even its trace, riding a horse for the first time ever, with utmost ease of doing forever. Oh, yes, it was just a dream, yet, it filled my head upto brim, like all of it was happening for real, wasn't there the sky so bright and clear! Not a single mortal was around except a girl, looking towards me with those eyes, like dark black pearl. I stopped the horse about to jump, she just stood there like a big stump. Just then I heard a distant sound, saying something like wakeup you big hound. I ignored it yet looking for source, just then, it repeated its course. Then, I remembered it to be the wakeup alarm, as all surroundings dissolved losing its charm. I stopped the alarm and tried to get up, but it seemed a plan to stop me was setup. I put my hands on both side and pushed myself up, But on the way, it stopped cooperating and just gave up, I started falling...