It has come to my attention that my brain requires a massive amount of reorganizing. There has been so much I have regarded as absent since the beginning of the year that has disturbed and frightened me even as relief over their disappearance overwhelmed me. I did not notice the profound excess I now sense in myself - a house too large for it's ( Read more... )

I am still pissed off at my subconscious.

Granted, I guess it isn't exactly its fault. If dreams are meant to be the byproduct of an anxious mind, then I can't blame anyone but my fucked up brain. But still. There could have been many ways to personify my uneasiness, my teetering-on-low status. Why like this.

So, anyway. The dream:

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