birdmad "As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough" 020810
Nikita the dream waves over into reality
as each hour passes the dream that the dream weaver wove disintegrates into the black hole of REALITY
thieums Sometimes I dream that I wake up, take breakfast, and go to school... And then I realize it's a dream, so I wake up, take breakfast, and go to school... But it's still a dream, so I wake up, take breakfast, and go to school...

This can go on for a long while. Ultimately the day goes along nicely, but I never know whether it is reality or a dream in which I am locked up... Maybe I will wake up again soon, take breakfast, and go to school ?
vituperus arabesque 040502
endless desire maybe it's because i dont feel good
maybe it's because im on my period
but that just makes me cry.
lock me in a dream.
god im barely living.i dont even write poetry anymore
i just think and narrarate my life to the world
i dont do anything
and i cant die
and i cant live--
like that's something new
so lock me in fucking dream before i slip into something horrible.
i just feel dark and depressed and drunk as hell.
witchesrequiem Sometimes I think the dreams follow me...
Waiting for there moment to distort reality...
Yet sometimes I think I may never awake from this nightmare..
kookaburra when i clicked on the button to take me to the internet,
two windows came up.
identical until you look harder.
and i deleted one-
and i dont know why.
cuz im locked in a dream,
just a silly willy dream,
where the rules are never quite what they seem
whenever slivers of realism begin to gleam,
i know im asleep perchance to dream
falling_alone there are days when i'm told to awake
and i wake up and turn the alarm off
and i dress
then i'm yelled at to wake up
and i'm confused
and i wake but dress
then i'm shook to get me out of bed
and i say i've been awake
and i've been dressed
and i've already left.
z my dream is all day and i awake each night to find i am yet myself in spite of my dreams and i search for a way to remain and yet i slip into sleep and my dream is all day... 060627
whispering shadows Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
jane false_awakenings 080609
daf I kept waking up...walking to the door...touching the door knob.

To the best of my recollection it must have happened at least 50 times. The last 5 or so..I began to recall the sensation of deja vu.

During the final iteration..I refused to get up..changing the time line...breaking the spell.
bird "sweep me up, o lord" 080613
linkage waking_life 090305
other kierkegaard's last words were, "sweep_me_up" 090305
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unhinged weird_little_brain

so i finally found some sex that my brain and dreams kept telling me i needed and then what happens:

i'm meditating yesterday and a moan escapes my lips before i even noticed it cause i was thinking about how i got the bruises all over my shoulders and collarbone.

what i know always happens when i give in to my biology; it's all i can think about. it's all i want. when i know after a few months of celibacy, the obsession and want fade into the background, quiet and buried. which is not necessarily a bad thing.
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