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I slowly opened my eyes my vision blurred

  • I slowly opened my eyes my vision blurred me from seeing what is in front of me.The picture appeared in my mind for every dream I had but I still couldn't get what is happening ,
  • I remembered them from other dreams but now we were in some futuristic mansion. The middle-aged nurse with the void-eyes was nice this time, and Rafael was standing by. A rusted
  • set of surgical knives lay ready on a tablet the white eyed nurse was holding. Rafael was an artist who sculpted bodies. I would be his finest work. He selected a bone saw. I woke
  • up and everything was just a dream...i walked out my room and saw the white eyed nurse together with Rafael...I scream..and woke up again....there was a knock on my door..
  • I was getting sick of this never ending dream bullshit. Like, you wake up but realize that you're still dreaming, to wake up and realize that you're STILL dreaming. It's tiring.
  • My dreamception, was a phenomenon that started when I was little. I would sleep, then wake up into another dream, it was horrible. I have long forgotten what reality feels like.
  • I had to capture the monotonous, stuck-in-a-rut nature of reality deep within my dreamception. One night, I dreamt I was running in a hamster wheel. Perfect! This feeling, it was
  • perfectly akin to basking in diffuse cubicle-trapped monitor glare from endless efficiency spreadsheet pivot tables. Then I felt an odd quiver in my tail antennae. My dreamception
  • morphed. The keyboard softened and became squishy underneath my nimble fingers. The monitor flashed rhythmically, in time with the quiver of my antennae. I raised my left third arm
  • & scratched my first left armpit. I put my feet up--all of them & let myself go completely.

2 Comments

  1. lucielucie Jun 28 2014 @ 09:51

    Woh!

  2. foldmeonce Jun 28 2014 @ 15:44

    Dude...

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