last night i had a nightmare, it was terrifying because at first it seemed unreal, but then at some point i could read — or my brain thought it could read — something
and once i read that the only way of knowing if you are dreaming is to try to read something, because words melt into one another and you just can't. well, turns out you maybe can't, but you can make yourself believe that you can.
it was awful and i thought i was going to die, that although improbable this was really happening and i was really dying.
we always think we want to die, but wevnever think of the circumstances, do we?
and life is a wicked genie and you have to be specific if you don't want to end up doomed, spending the rest of your days in a limbo of everyday-life boredom and where death is no longer a possible exit, but the only one you can take.
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