Hello, I love you

[blutlassen]

I would give away a good sum of my worldly possessions to be able to sleep right now. Like my Louis Vuitton clutch, stuffed inside my larger Prada, with the opal ring that's been handed down three generations, my complete PJ Harvey collection, my down-filled comforter ('cause I'm not using it!), an antique statue of Buddha, all of my books on WWII

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just a little pinprick

[fourfacets]

can you still distinguish between your dreams, nightmares, and reality?..or have they all blurred together to form a commercial free mandy-vision?

Re: just a little pinprick

[blutlassen]

I'm not a card-carrying lunatic, if that's what you're asking.

If I were to respond to your question affirmatively, then I would be more along the lines of a compulsive liar, being that if the answer were really and truly 'YES, they have all blurred together!' then I'd not be fit to give an answer.

I have dreams, nightmares, reality, and anxiety. The anxiety is polyamorous with all three, but I'd never call myself commercial free, nor would I dignify having only a singular vision.

By the way, since it's on topic, take no offense to being removed from my friends list. You and many many others have seen this route due to my anxiety over who is reading what.

Re: just a little pinprick

[fourfacets]

no offense taken. my dreams are frequent, and are blurred together with reality only during those few waking moments when i realize i should be awake, but am somehow physically trapped by the dream. i ask you about your reality only in the hopes of finding my own. peace.

Re: just a little pinprick

[blutlassen]

Yes, I always find that sensation frustrating. Just this afternoon I fell asleep reading on the couch without meaning to (meaning to sleep that is, I meant very much to read) and woke up to the sound of someone calling my name.

I tried to keep them at bay but they broke through. There is a particular individual on the FBI's Most Wanted list who's case I follow and I dreamed he had been caught. In my dream I was telling my mother how it was he had come to capture but I was just as aptly listening to my own information as giving it. I regretted the loss of plot. Oh, well.