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[psyope]

Last night I had a dream that I died. Mike was in my room, and I didn't feel good, so I walked to the bathroom down the hall and looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes were shut but I could see them, and my left eye was lower than the right. I walked back into my room and said something's wrong. I never felt so tired and weak before. I felt

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[crossb0w]

this morning, and the night before last too, i dreamed we went to mars. there were these tunnels that stretched down into the earth, and they were terrifying, because the draw towards them was so strong, the gravity of curiosity.

[psyope]

it's so interesting to hear you talk about something other than drugs, booze, or sex

is that why i'm off your friends list?

[crossb0w]

i had a dream like you had, once, a couple years ago. before that, people had always told me that if you die in a dream, that's it, you're gone, forever and ever. but dying wasn't so bad. it was like i was gone, and i was part of everything. i knew everything, saw everything, experienced time and did not judge. i was life, or god. pure god, no idols or rules or misconceptions. whatever happened was the right thing, because there was no right or wring, not when you really got down to it

Re: is that why i'm off your friends list?

[psyope]

yeah, it gets annoying when it's the only thing you talk about. the "mistakes" excuse is also tired. i also wouldn't be caught dead at a manson concert.