last night something strange happened. I keep a note pad next to me at all times and I write down my dreams and I read them in the morning.
This morning I woke up with this and I don’t remember anything from it and/or remember waking up and writing it down.
it’s freaky even for a freak like me.
“I can’t feel. I can’t taste. I can’t breath and I can’t see. I can’t move and I can’t swallow. I’m in my head alone again.I fear the fear,nothingness,Lack of self control and my own reflection.There is nothing around me.in a tunnel of darkness I chase the flickering light that never comes.
I can go places,see people and they are alway the way I want them to be and it feels real it feels more real than the air I used to breath.
Talking snakes and wolves and the wise owl is watching.”