Day 54

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Day 54
Your Name: James Sunderland.
Suicidal Ideation: 1/10
Homicidal Ideation: 2/10
Amount of Sleep Last Night: Plenty.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: I dreamed I was hiding in a very small room. I'm not sure what I was hiding from. It smelled like detergent and there were boxes behind me.
Moods Experienced Today: It was kind of a good day...
Mood

Comments

[stop_the_static]

Pff. I'll win next time, Tubby.

[statics_silence]

Maybe you'll actually stand a chance if you study, you little nerd.

[stop_the_static]

No need to study. I only have one weak point; you, on the other hand, are completely vulnerable.

[statics_silence]

That may be, but I'm stronger than you are. I eat my vegetables, Harry. Rawr.

[theycallhimboss]

A small room... detergent...

...Boxes?

I think I've figured out your dream. Were you hiding in a box or thinking about it?

[statics_silence]

You figured out my dream?

I don't really remember, I might have been standing in a box...

[PRIVATE TO JAMES FOR LULZY REASONS]

[theycallhimboss]

Alright. The closet is a place of insecurity. Fear. The detergent implies something you feel as a stain. But the box is inner peace, security. And you're not all the way in the box, or out of the closet because you're afraid.

You're afraid to come out of the closet, Sunderland.

But the box is calling. There's still some hope for you.

1/2

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