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I'm blind today. I can't see many things clearly. Hopefully it'll get better before it gets worse. Which is to say ultimately I hope it gets worse, but before that happens I hope it gets better.
I had a dream tantamount in morbidity to the one of eating deep fried baby arms two nights ago. This dream involved people playing a new extreme skiing/snowboarding sport in which they would go off a jump and impale themselves on spikes at the jump's landing. They were scored on the jump and fashion in which they were impaled. It was absolutely grotesque, but I found myself unable to pull myself away from watching them hurt themselves. These skiers were losing limbs left and right in the name of sport. They were all so enthusiastic. The winner of the competition did a 180 twist and got a spike through the back coming out of his chest. He was in so much pain. But he was the winner.
I also dreamt that Iraq invaded Europe. Bombs and destruction. Fear and loathing.
Yet again I've been having fleeting and recurrant thoughts of escape. The desire to either head west or end my life. To get in the car and drive or jump off a cliff. To hitchhike to Vegas or shoot myself in the brain. To search for the American Dream or sleep with a plastic bag over my head.
But I have my whole life ahead of me--plenty of time to kill myself.
I need to shower, my hair smells like an airplane seat.
I had a dream tantamount in morbidity to the one of eating deep fried baby arms two nights ago. This dream involved people playing a new extreme skiing/snowboarding sport in which they would go off a jump and impale themselves on spikes at the jump's landing. They were scored on the jump and fashion in which they were impaled. It was absolutely grotesque, but I found myself unable to pull myself away from watching them hurt themselves. These skiers were losing limbs left and right in the name of sport. They were all so enthusiastic. The winner of the competition did a 180 twist and got a spike through the back coming out of his chest. He was in so much pain. But he was the winner.
I also dreamt that Iraq invaded Europe. Bombs and destruction. Fear and loathing.
Yet again I've been having fleeting and recurrant thoughts of escape. The desire to either head west or end my life. To get in the car and drive or jump off a cliff. To hitchhike to Vegas or shoot myself in the brain. To search for the American Dream or sleep with a plastic bag over my head.
But I have my whole life ahead of me--plenty of time to kill myself.
I need to shower, my hair smells like an airplane seat.
