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birdmad
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"As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough"
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Nikita
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the dream waves over into reality as each hour passes the dream that the dream weaver wove disintegrates into the black hole of REALITY
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thieums
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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 ?
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vituperus
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arabesque
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040502
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endless desire
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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 IM SO UNPRODUCTIVE 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.
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040523
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witchesrequiem
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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..
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kookaburra
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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
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falling_alone
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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.
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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...
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060627
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whispering shadows
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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? -poe
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jane
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false_awakenings
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daf
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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.
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080610
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bird
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"sweep me up, o lord"
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linkage
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waking_life
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090305
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other
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kierkegaard's last words were, "sweep_me_up"
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endless_book_of_paintings false_awakenings tunnels_in_every_direction gridlock riddle_locked
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unhinged
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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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110211
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what's it to you?
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