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12:35 Dec 28 2011
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Fuck you, brain.



Fuck you VERY much.


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Lullaby
Lullaby
12:40 Dec 28 2011

Can I help? ;)



Req, I know the feeling.

Our greatest enemy is ourselves.





xxEmaeraldxx
xxEmaeraldxx
12:59 Dec 28 2011

No, no, no, no.. You can't fuck brains!!!!





captainglobehead
captainglobehead
13:25 Dec 28 2011

Zombie nymphomaniacs..."Must fuck brains..."





ToxicKitten
ToxicKitten
15:21 Dec 28 2011

I feel the same way.





 

07:54 Dec 03 2011
Times Read: 611


I was in a stone cell, not cement, but cut, dressed stone, approximately 6 x 6 x 6.



There was a thin, hard pallet about five feet long by about a foot and a half wide for sleeping and a hole in one corner for a toilet. There was minimal lighting in this cell and I could not find the source for the light. Also, I could not find a door or hatch or window or anything that would have allowed me entry or exit, other than a very small necessary.



Food and a bucket of water appeared at irregular intervals - just - appeared.



There was absolutely no sound. It never even occurred to me to scream or to cry out or to speak or sing or anything. There was no color, either, just a moderate grey scale.



That is very odd for me. Normally my dreams are positively vivid with sound and color and texture and a richness of sensory input, be it good or bad.



At seemingly random times, one of the walls would become a path into a maze. I would follow twists and turns and search ... always, I was searching, although I don't know for what. This was so frustrating, and it made me so very sad, as I could not find whatever or whoever it was for which I was desperately searching, and then I would turn around at a dead end ... and be back in my 6 x 6 x 6 cube of dressed stone.



Every so often I would catch an elusive whiff of the scent of ocean colors, the only scent in the dream, and for a few brief moments, I could hear myself breathe, and hear a low and slow steady "thrruumm ... thrruumm," and the ochres and browns and whites and dark greys and blues of the stone would shine. The scent would dissipate, color would fade, and silence fell.



I woke up crying, and felt so damned empty.



***



Gosh, I wish you were awake.


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DestroyingAngel
DestroyingAngel
00:53 Dec 11 2011

So strange.



You have some very interesting and clear dreams. It's so interesting to read about them. I often wonder what it's like to dream like this.





xxEmaeraldxx
xxEmaeraldxx
18:06 Dec 16 2011

It sounds like a long night!








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