I had a dream that I was trying to talk to people, but no one would listen. It was like they didn’t even see me. Eventually I realized I was dead, and that it was just my spirit walking the earth.
It was scary. I would try to meet people’s gazes with mine, but it wouldn’t work, and I didn’t know where to go or what to do.
I never found who killed me.
Is this a wake up call for me? Or the result of too many movies + sleep deprivation?
The dream log of a would-be genius. Navigating the vast expanse of the worlds she creates during the nameless night hours. An attempt to capture reality. "Everything you can imagine is real." --Pablo Picasso
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January 17, 2012
12 February, 2011