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Lots Of Dreams + A Random Mind Spill
Sometimes you have to let yourself go on a spill of the mind.
Only mine seem to end up more like oil spills on the ocean.
Choking and killing things.
I had a dream that I was something between an ostrich and a peacock.
I had to fly because if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to breathe.
But I couldn't fly, so I was choking and dying.
Like they tell you about sharks in the ocean.
I wonder if sharks die from oil spills.
Probably.
In the end, you know none of this matters.
The environmentalism, the self harm, the mistakes, the inconviniences.
I dreamed that I was chosen for the cast.
It doesn't matter what cast, but I was chosen.
I dreamed that there was a boy who spoke of problems and inconviniences.
It made me realize that I hate myself, but then I woke up.
I had a dream that someone who loved me was holding my hand as we stared at a burning city.
I don't remember why, but I felt like we had burned it, and we were happy.
I had a dream that many people were running from a man.
I was running too, and everyone was scared.
A massive tree was above us, but the man was up in it's branches.
I grabbed a little girl and we dove between two roots protruding from the ground.
I sheltered her from the air, and I felt safe.
Then I felt warm rain on my back, and when I looked up, the man was standing in the tree above me.
He was holding a gun, and blood ran down my back.
I knew then that I was dead.
The girl screamed.
I wonder if you can really live when all you dream about is death.
I wish that I didn't have to dream so much, or at least that I didn't have to leave the dreams.
I wish that people listened every once in a while.
I think that it would do them some good.
Or maybe it wouldn't.
Maybe the reason that people don't listen is because they are too busy blocking out the voices.
The ones they don't want to hear.
I wish I could do that.
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