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I had a few which I just called meta dreaming it would start as all my dreams do I'm in "the plane" everything is grey and even my existence is questionable then I imagine the sigil
I was a weird kid started visualizing basic geometric patterns whenever I felt an emotion or state of being as an attempt to set up a sort of pavlovian link where the symbol would effect me and make me feel that way I just wanted to be less sad and make others stop worrying but other was better at using them than me
of chaos and the grey would be ripped apart into a small pocket of black and white amongst the grey the black would form an eternal void for the white to fall in and I would shape the white to the image of a room often these scapes were simple a room in a hospital or an office cubicle I would direct the light in a living flow some would move in a current and these were solid rays of light I positioned around and aimed where I wanted them some stayed a solid hard surface and acted as props there I would let the darkness seep in and take hold filling where the light failed to touch some light I corrupted with black making a soft and maleable material to form my puppets then the play would begin I would often find myself observing from many points away for example a theif from a shodowed corner staring upon a king looking with earnest upon this creation where still two further of myself took the place of actors in their suit of moulded flesh in a dull tragedy all in all it was a rather odd take of events but I enjoyed them other didn't like them though
You should probably go see a therapist.
Thats called life.
- i havent kissed someone in well over a year
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