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I feel defeated again and at a loss to imagine whatever will motivate me again aside from sticky sweet concoctions and doughy formations that make me itch in the mornings. I was going to have a lucid dream, or I just thought that was so the moment I was rudely awakened. I was in somebody else's head, a man in a suit, a man in a suit in a toy store about to be attacked by killer trains and toy dumptrucks. I had seen this all before, so I knew I must be dreaming (or it popped into my head the moment my eyes snapped open, in this realm, and I confused myself). I was going to fly and waltz with pelicans, things like that.