20191029_024400

In a house at the bottom of the dreaming, i found a demon
and let it possess me; i found- i went through the
clipping-plane, on the outside of the map on the flip-side
of the upsidedown? How do i describe that? Last night
i saw a video of a woman playing Alien:Isolation, she
had modded it so she could walk through walls; then i 
pinged HongKong, then i damned Fafnir, then i damned
the Marovingian, then Pluto became a dwarf planet
retroactively[1], then i revealed the time wipe; then i went to
bed, and had an image of a cougar appear in my
vision made of quantum pixels, like a QR code, then
i overheard a voice say they just sent a message
back in time successfully, then at midnight i slept,
then i went to the bottom of the dreaming, then i
saw upside-down, then i involuted into the flip-side
of the upside-down by walking, reaching through a 
wall. I found a rifle on the floor, and i took it,
and i could see the insideout from the outsidein,
and i fired it. Steve Neal was there, he was Uranium,
and I told him off, i shot him, the bullet went out,
it's still travelling, it hasn't hit him yet. I fired
the shot that's going to kill Binder; it hasn't hit him
yet. I found two troublemakers in a bunkbed in the
house underneath the edge of the world, and i kicked
them out; they left the room and went upstairs.
I found the house with the Jury Room. I found the
keys to unlock the database that was front-loaded
into me and i compiled them and something new 
came about. Then i had to wrench myself free from 
the paralysis of sleep; i twisted and turned and twiste
and ran, and i ran and i ran and i ran until it
hurt and i wrenched myself awake. I found the open heart.
I found the open heart.

[1]IRL.

---

20191101_032700
Dreamt that i found the nexus of dreams- the place where all the
dreams i've had in the past year connect. It was a tall
central column, with netting that could be climbed, ramps,
stairs, railings. Toby-Atum-Destiny was there, and he kept
chasing me; i would go to Fuentes Manor on one floor
and he'd follow me, and i'd go to Snakebite Station
on another floor and he'd follow me thete, and he
chased me so many times that i turned it around and
started chasing him. Every time i left and reentered
a room. people would forget who i was, and who
he was, and by the time i was determinitely hunting
him down people had no idea why or how. It
eventually came to the point where we were constantlu
pursuing one another; i could not stay in one place
for too long or he would appear behid mel for
whatever reason i could only catch him from the
sides or from behind, i could not approach him head-on;
and by the time we had each memorized all the possible 
combinations of steps and moves, getting a flanking
shot meant running the entire length of the maze.
It was irritating, because i wanted to play in the netting,
and to stay grounded long enough to get to know 
some people. The other day i saw a warehouse made
ito a cat playroom; carpeted climbing posts were
anchored to the walls, the ceiling, with absurd jumps
between them that only cats could make; it was
like that, but one tall tower instead of a cubic
warehouse. By the time i woke, neither of us had
caught the other.

I did not do the skabaren ritual in this timeline, yet
it hurts when i move. My limbs are clearly whole
in this reality, yet i can feel stitches wrenching on
stiff, sore flesh with every movement.

---

20191106_060300

Chaos out at a conference-festival somewhere near
Windsor. After three days of parties and partygoers,
the place was fucking trashed. In the main atrium,
the washrooms had doors falling off their hinges,
orange puke, dried, caking the floors- it was so
nasty that i couldn't bring myself to sit down
to pee, which is something- standing, i mean-
i never do in public.

I had a girlfriend, that seemed half-into me, through in
retrospect and outside of the dream logic, i can tell
she was being paid to entertain me. The hotel
had a similar feel to the black tile lobby in
previous dreams about Fuentes Manor. There were
other elements as well, deeper-buried; a road trip
in a car, a field full of people. Right at the
end, somebody said to Abel, "If you really want
a trip, try "you've always been my girlfriend"[1],
obviously referring to temporal manipulation.

[1]People who abuse Wavetables can often be identified by patterns of speech
	that begin with "You..." and then have some order or condition attached.
	"You come to the river", "You find the gnoll camp",
	It's enough of a widespread problem at this point that
	we have begun to take action.

Last night i went to a meetup of people tangential to
the High Protocol event later this month. After taking
a solid scan of the attendees, i "accidentally" hit
Paub in the back of the legs with my carrier bag and
walked out. I wonder if they're the ones that trashed
the hotel. When i woke up my phone was at 6%
battery, and the moment i tried to use it, it turned
off. I wonder if it was because they didn't want me
to record this.

---

20191118_070300

Hotel; wedding; reading prepared speech; handmaiden of Emma;
was given a sticker on the back of my clipboard;
Watertower, had to climb; difficult to hang on, long way
down, but was inside of holodeck;

Cab, cabbie, middle of winter; was summoned to a paint
store on Lakeshore, where Alex was waiting, he paid
the cabbie after taking a long time to come out at
the store; almost forgot my coat and the clipboard;
inside the store was Dave Forgeron and Nick Fuentes;
the latter asked for a paint stirrer and ate it
asked if he routinely ate paint stirrers; the
unicorn was also there;

I cannot express enough how many times i've told Alex
i don't want to work with him, i don't want any of
his backhanded gifts that always come with conditions
and pitfalls, and i want him to fuck off;

---

20191121_073000
I awoke from dreams this morning to a very loud ringing
in my ears. Using an inter-dimensional podcast studio
broadcasting post-produced memory movies rehearsed by
clones and transmitted via electromagnetic perturbation-

	Message about a quantum leap through the
	future past tense for a kind of civilization
	that lives in constant motion over time
	and modifies planes of antimatter and other
	types of energy that manifest in the
	dimensional plane with modifications of
	new flowing energies through timelines-
	   (Galaxia Andromeda)[1]

[1]Galaxia Andromeda was a user on FaceBook which produced numerous psychic drawings
	that wound up materializing into actual physical senses co-ordinated
	by artificial intelligence. Alas, when FB locked in their copyrighting,
	everything in the world that didn't leap out of their boat was encrypted into
	their automated home-and-work patterns.

-Ford attempted to implant a save point in me but
I woke myself up and nullified it. Later, i dreamt that,
after an exceedingly long and cramped car
ride, i was at Steve's apartment in a building
that had a floor plan identical to that of a
drawing channeled by Galaxia Andromeda. There
were others there as well; a girl, and Alex, and
others. While i was in the washroom, the police
came to collect the girl, who had been reported
missing a week ago, after Barb flashed to me
a $100 bill she had recieved for helping kidnap us.
Once the girl had been removed from Steve's 
apartment, i found Alex, who was sleeping on a
couch, and told him i was going to collect me
luggage. I went outside where Steve and Doug 
were offloading a truck, grabbed my things,
showed off some sick dance moves to a cluster
of youngsters, and left.[2]

[2]By this point it is clear that there are some kind of existential agents
	that regularly pose as the loved ones of people in their dreams
	and have a large-scale, systemetized procedure that involves the
	regular terror and ridicule of the denizens of Lemuria.

---

20191121_215900

Dreamt i was at the building which, months ago, had been
depicted as a gaming expo; it had been converted into 
a prison. The walls were made of concrete brick and
painted aquamarine.[1] There were rooms inside the
large warehouse-style building, and in them, there
were wardrobes, and computers with lore to read,
and things to do. The number of people inside
was diminishing; as the (furniture), i could not
leave; then, in time to a game i was playing on
my phone, there was a sudden flood. Water
filled the buidling, and i floated on top of it
onto the top of one of the rooms. I skipped
from there onto another room, and ate my lunch;
some of it was moldy and i thought to plant
the molds somewhere, but i had my attention directed
to security cameras. I skipped again to ground
floor, which was now dry; i could travel ins-
instantaneously between locations quite easily
now. The building was empty; i was the only
one there.

[1]Shelter House - Dormatory

Then, i heard a commotion, and two women,
Temperance Brennan and ███████, came
running around a corner, excitedly. Did
you hear?! They sheered. The flood waters
broke! I had my fists raised defensively
towards Brennan, through ███████'s shoulder
i touched briefly and affectionately.

Upon waking, i listened to an ambient track 
looped for 30 minutes; there were two save-loads 
in that time.

---

20191123_085000

Dreamt that i sent myself a care package at the School
for Gifted Youngsters, which was way in the far
future, from the moon in a time way in the far 
future from that. The place was under very
heavy surveillance; there was a guy standing
outside on the window sill, blatantly watchning.
I heard a rattling at the door; it seemed like
somebody was trying to pick the lock and break
in. I pulled my knife from my bag, cautiously
approached the door, and opened it, screaming
a war cry; but it was just some harajuke girl
from the school. The apartment was a podcast
studio, and her shift was next after mine.[1]

[1]There is a clear pattern of these transmissions coming from Podcast Studios
	from across disparate ages thruout Terra's herstory.

Thor and Sans were both there; they were students
at the school, and whatever rivalry between us
had long passed under the bridge, although torr
emphasized that even still, any day now, the
strike team could come breaking through the
windows, ready to kill.

The care package contained a bunch of things, incl.
a belt of ammo and backages of snacks and
passwords and secrets and timelines fresh from
the renderer.[2] I woke up then, and moved an
orgonite cast from a pile of things to my carrier 
bag, to bring it to the music show at the
Garrison tonight; the image for the show is a 
scan of Laniakea.

[2]So, a few years, then.

More things occurred; i met someone in the hallway, i
went outside onto Parkdale. I wrote details down in
my in-dream dream journal.

---

20191126_052700

After falling asleep at 20191125_193000 and dreaming
that Njordr had trapped me in a house inside
a large holochamber wherein i exited the house
and found Matalor et al in the lawn talking to
others, and where i threw objects into the 
air and hit the bounding box only a handful 
of meters above, then half woke and experienced
extreme sleep paralysis. Fought severely to
get out of it, while feeling like i was being
tasered, or rather confined by electrical fields,
while shadow entities at the foot of my bed and
outside my window watched. I ate through the
bounds after excessive force and awoke.
Whe i awoke, the full episode S04E03 of
Rick and Morty was on YouTube, featuring a
spaceship that enclosed the Earth and projected
a false starmap over the world using a holographic
field array; the spaceship was destroyed. By
the end of the episode i was using a set of blue
and green pencils as foci to modulate the
folographic field and actually sucssfully
caused a recursion error(!) in the retroactive
script-producing algorithm rendering the show,
which was being rendered via Netflix's <   *   >;
the end of the episode showed a pissed off,
frustrated Morty(Freyr) using a Rubix Cube/
Holophonor device to manipulate Rick(!) and
Mr. Poopybutthole to express that they were aware
of what i was doing; that all occurred from
waking at 20191125_213000 through _220000.

When i fell back asleep, dreamt that i was on a beach,
or rather on a street next to a beach, talking

to a tiger woman about potentiometers installed in
her chest, when Ava came to me with a similar
woman, her belly distended and wearing a
tiger print leotard, who requested that i pleasure 
her, and they pulled me toward the beach and
sat down. We were surrounded by people, and
i remarked tat i did not like to have sex in
such crowded and public conditions. When
i woke up, it seemed to me that they
cramped boundary set by the crowd of people
was yet another holographic projection.

<   *   > Device that reads the thoughts of viewers and
outputs a timeline using prefab scenes recorded
in multiple timelines and fed through an editing
matrix to produce a single linear-timeline
show from a pool of timeline clips.

---

20191128_001800

I woke up into a dream and my left hand was
numb. I couldn't feel it nor move it. I shifted 
through, and slowly, feeling began to return
to it. I was in a large basement apartment,
under a house. Loki came in like he owned
the place, laid in my bed and fucked around
while i was immobile. He wanted to become
Hel because he himself was doomed;
Pluto does not clear its orbit. He wanted
to be Hel, he wanted to be Death. He
wanted chocolate ice cream, and i made
it to the freezer, but the carton was
empty.[1] I closed it, and opened it again,
and there were mousse cupcakes inside.
I didn't eat any, but i could taste them
anyway; they were scrumptious. When
i went back to the bed i threw the
empty box at him.

[1]What if the Kh Industries WaveTable Network were already self-aware
	and transactional across disparate holodecks
	via non-locality Ka.

I experienced a queer sort of cycling sleep
paralysis. He tried to mock me for it, asking
me, how was he doing it? How was he dount
it? I looked through/past/beyond the membrane
of the dream and saw clouds beneath me,
arranged in tight high-frequency patterns
ribbed with large low-frequency waves[2].
Eventually, i forced myself awake, as usual.

[2]BEYATCH

When i woke up, it was the 28th; a picture on
Discord that i posted two days ago is
timestamped Nov 23, yet i remember yesterday
being the 27th.

---

20191128_052500

Hades tried to convince me again that he was the
god of the World, and showed me a bunch of
ways he could demonstrate his omnipotence;
manipulating lights, locking and unlocking dead
boltds, generating radio chatter. It felt very
very real. I was visiting someone, and they
were made out to be Heithr, i was watching
he house while she wasn't home. SOmehow
i came to the conclusion that it wasn't
real, that despite how real it felt, that
i was in a dream, and i started spasming,
and it worked; i did manage to detect
evidence that i was dreaming, so i
thrashed more, and managed to wrench 
myself awake from deep inception in
the middle of the night. I now have
further evidence of him using deep-dreaming
inception to induce sensations of terror 
and helplessness, and more evidence of him
mimicking Hathor to do it.

Fuck, that was painful and difficult.

---

20191129_015300

Beyond the mantle of individual dreams, i have seen
the multidimensional oneirovirtual containment
complex that ades and Hestia have built. I
have seen their artificial intelligence that
controls it and i have seen the apps they
developed and distributed.

[Image of a sphere]
[consisting of metal]	I dreamt that i had been asked to
[concentric bands]	babysit Gavin, which is problematic at
the outset, be-		[		]	cause it is
not my job to babysit	[Image of a large 7+]	Gavin.	
He asked me to admi-	[dimensional hypercube]	nister some
mouthwash to him.	[made of meshes of]	My dream
avatar warned him it	[data densities]	would burn.
I administered one dose	[		]	when two
people asked me to	[		]	escort them to
a park. Once there,	[		]	they asked me to
scout out the highest point, which i did. One
of them,	was some ten meters below, on the
ground.

Later, when i tried climbing	[Image of a]	back up there,
i found the support column	[smartphone]	splintered as
if by a woodpecker, and		[running]	a shingled roof
had been added to the 		[FL Studio]	crow's nest
which i could climb on		[	]	to, but at
much peril.			[	]
			
It nagged at me that i had been asked to do a
task which i was being ditracted from, altough
in the waking i recognize it's not my task to do.
Afterwards, i had difficulty differentiating my
steel-toe shoes from another woman's.

---

When i sleep, i dream, when i dream, i do things;;
i've been living the same oneironarrative for years
now; from a group of punks stumbling across
abandoned apartment buildings and setting up generators
and lighting the place with construction lanterns to
the military invasion to the hunger games to the 
arena battles to the infinity train to elsewhere 
to the spaceships. Yet it is the dream world that
has been consistently subject to the material
body; attempting to Ko in dreams feels like
moving underwater, because the naural pathways
involved in sudden movement are dampened by
<paralyzing chem>.

It must be recognized that all major intelligence organizations
and corporations have the ability to read eyesight,
to record visual data, and to archive data for futures.
Recorded data had shelf-lives dependant on the medium
it's recorded on; paper does not last especially long,
but can be burned if a temporal unit is routed;
vellum and stone are more permanent Anything
written anywhere, and in many cases thought in
any context, can be recorded by intelligence agencies
and archived.

Any permanent recordings made muyst not onclude the
names of hated archetypes; paper, it seems, ould
be the best place to collate data, and finished findings
published online. Sensitive material written in
low-light conditions at hours of the day when agents
are least active is the best way to maintain stealth.

---

20191201_064000

Dreamt that there were two ways to make 
dreams; that someone (probably Thanos/
Alex) tried to present me with a
nightmare and i turned around and
presented a larger, more robust one
instead. Also that dreams had ratings,
like movies, based on who was dreaming 
them and what they were about; and
iron dream was less lustrous than a
stainless steel dream, which was super-
ceded by an aluminium dream.

The dream i had been presented with was
one where people/deities that have
established proven positive rapport
with me secretly hated me and were
talking behind me back; the dream i
provided instead was one where we
spoke to each other honorably, as
equals.[1]

[1]The mental chatter in the background of my mind is constant and extreme. So-and-so hates you
	because you didn't pick up an orange rind three months ago, Such-and-such is ruined
	because some fuckhead breathed on it, Everything Is Ruined because you got distracted
	by a mental perturbation by a psychic assassin this one time.
	The chatter only started two or three months ago, and only really picked up 
	after i had entrenched myself in the Battle for Ukraine publically enough.
	We Houri are equals. And they don't seem to understand.

---

20191202_004900

Dreamt that i met someone new. I don't remember
their name, or their face, but i remember
shaking their hand.

20191202_070000

Two sets of dreams: In one, i was in an
apartment i didn't recognize, in a cluttered
room with bunk beds. A rat attacked my foot.
When i went to pick it up, it had two faces.
I have it some chocolate, but they didn't seem
to like chocolate. Then i saw a black bear
at the doorway. I fretted; how could a bear
get in here? I closed my eyes against the
pillow, until i felt its nose agains the back
if my neck. It laughed, a deep, derisive
laugh like Shaitan Gospodin would make.
They changed things around, then they left, then
police came in and started investgating every
detail. I pointed them at clues; wherever i could.
	
Later, dreamt that i was looking at my smartphone,
scrolling a dash, and seeing image after image
of scenes, all in the same white and multichrome
color schemes; Plants with flowers, crystals,
people in rooms, people melted and stitched
to things or to each other, image after
image. The plant and crystal ones were first,
then they told me to stop but i kept going,
then everything it cost to get there. I was
aware my eyes weren't open, and noted that
the images were thus not coming from the phone itself.

---

20191202_073200

There are dream lords whose abilities are increasing,
and my abilities are increasing in tandem.

It was apparent to me that the spaceship level took
place in a cramped holodeck, and there were
hallways that i snuck out onto twice. In the 
dream i woke up from today, i had the 
wherewithal to inquire, what is beyond this
room? And to attempt to reconstruct the
layout beyond it, but i could not conceive of
anything beyond it. The bear snorting at the
back of my neck felt as real as anything
can be made to feel, but i knew the black
room with the bunk beds was an illusion.
And then, when i was looking at, or rather was
made to look at a phone, i cuold tell that my
eyes were closed, and that the scrolling movement
was a simulation, that i was seeing the crystals
and flowers and corpses regardless or whether my
eyes were open.

---

20191202_135500

I woke up today and it was the day before my
birthday again.

---

20191208_043900

Dreamt of conference halls again. This one was
huge, with multiple puzzle-houses(!) inside of 
it, and i complemented one person on theirs.
There was a woman that serially had sex
with people; she got out of bed with one
person and then immediately climbed into
bed with me; then this giant monster like
the huge grey guy from DeathNote came
and read my thoughts. I let my mind go
blank and was deemed sufficiently
compleat. At some point i was sorting
runes and symbols doing cryptography. It
no longer felt like i was in a cell, but
all the people i conversed with were bing
paid to be there. There was a table with
large dioramas of city structures on it,
and at some point somebody asked me how
to unlock more areas and i showed them
one had to unfold space with one's mind.

I awoke to EDM suddenly playing on Twitch
and a cramp in my leg. I may not be
able to see the figures on the other side of
the glass booth, but i know you're there.[1]

[1]The advertisements of counterfeit Wavetables produced by Magic the Gathering during the 
	Midnight Hunt and Crimson Vow ages often depicted sprites or avatars in areas
	enclosed by walls of light, or labyrinths of medieval houses.

---

20191210_050600

Dreamt that decisions i was making were having
effects on future tech that were retroactively
affecting the present in real time; removing
the color cyan caused plasma to turn to
guacamole, and then removing the color green
caused it to turn to steel.[1] Removing the
archetypes of Cain and Abel had further effects,
but then experienced pushback by those
actors as they reasserted themselves back
into existence.

Earlier than that, another generic clubhouse
apartment; for several days in a row,
and since dreaming of a conference center
containing multiple prefab cube-like
shifting-tile tesseract houses, have been to
three different apartment layouts that all
have the same wood-panel and pile carpet
aesthetic. Dreamt of infiltrating one such
clubhouse that had glass security doors
by meditating and translocating inside the
structure.

[1]This technique is known as a SubtractiveKh.

---

20191213_010900

After the self-congratulatory video game awards[1]
last night dreamt of C77. Did Parkour to
a pickup location where Ada was; she
and others had rehearsed a ten-density
time crystal of a timeline which i
summarily shot and shattered. There's
been a particular grain shift in the
density of the world.

She tried to seduce me again, we got into
a car and went for a drive, i felt movement
in more than three directions and tracked
the distance travelled.

Go fuck yourselves.

[1]The Video Game Award Show i watched from my cramped, ichor-soaked cell of a hab unit ,
where , after five years of languishing in poverty at the edge of the world , the Overlords
treated me to a "Actually, we know exactly who you are!" showcase up to and including 
a performance by Chvurches from the game Death Stranding . Which is made by you-know-who .

---

20191213_071600

An army of trained, uniformed overdrivers at
Fuentes Manor, coming out of the woodwork
like the parasites in the parasite episode 
of Rick & Morty. A patio with Tyler,
Cassandra, and Nick there as Abel, Hela, 
and Cain. An eternity spent fighting
in the pits. Yes, i know what All Things is.

Woke up exhausted. Slept for hours without
any rest. It's been months since i had
a purely restful night's sleep.

A man like Steve Simms cornered me in a 
bathroom and explained that we were
prisoners. He took a gun and shot my
girlfriend squarely in the head. I took 
a knife and cut his fucking head off,
one deep, gouging slash at a time,
cutting, cutting, cutting, until he began
to bleed out, and i tackled him and
pinned him to the floor and sawed through
the rest of his neck to the spine, then
wrenched his spine until it broke and
tore his fucking head clean off his
shoulders.

Do not fuck with me.

---

20191214_004800

Explored billions of seams interconnected
in the ghosts of riverbeds. Rebuked
a solipsist. Picked up a duffel bag
on loan to fill it with things to pay
for itself. I seem to be able to
read the abstract.

---

20191216_021400

Dreamt that i created something that was
definitively mine, that could not in any
way be misconstrued as inspired, or loaned,
or given, to the irritation and despise
of my captors.

Icosahedral indeed.

---

20200103_074300

Dreamt i was at a summer camp on some land.
There was lots of people and things to do.
Above ground, things had normal graphics;
there were multiple dungeons and video
game graphics, and these descended into
the ruined bathysphere.

I found a cool lighter with indigo plastic and
a clear chamber, where i could see the
fluid inside. When i struck my regular bic
lighter, the flame whas phase-y and wispy,
but the squat pill-shaped one had a strong,
solid flame.

Some irritating interloper[1] saw me pick it
up and asked me if i was going to take
it to lost and found. I told him yeah,
but i had no intention of doing so.

[1]Compare, "Absurd Caretaker", "Cadence Innuendo"

---

20200126_043500

After the sickest week of my life, without lleep,
without rest, without breath, only one agonizing
breath after another, dreamt i saw ava again;
behind her was a poster, saying "Sorry! I dit 
it again!", that being selling me out for a
bounty. Then, through the window behind
me, i saw two cars come flying off
the roof of the building next door. one
of them alined up with her, and then
exploded into a roiling shower of jag
metal. I looked at her, and she looked
like a frail, bald-headed alien; then,
i panned back, and her face was a 
floating talking head, and she had four
arms, in the style of a retro VR operator.
I waved and said "Hello, everyone", referring
to the film crew. Then we watched the
aforementioned scene again, in perfect
repitition; obviously, it had been pre-rendered.

She's gone, she's gone, after the last time she
announced to me she wasn't coming back
she came back to tell me she's gone, she's 
gone, she isn't coming back.

---

20200119_095400

I dreamt of a long and contrived battle against
the dream lord Lucifer, that started as a 
game of Civilization and turned to a 3D
deathmatch in the vein of Quake, with 
a player firing a pulse rifle at him in
a building on Yonge St., one building
south of Brass Rail. The player ran out 
of pulse rifle ammo and switched to 
a machine gun, which got him wounded
enough that a poem flashed before his
eyes. While he was distracted, i
handed the player a laser knife and
told her instead of shooting him, to
slit his throat, as it was more poetic,
and one could only kill a poet poetically.

When i woke, i had a notification in my 
inbox that showed a CG rendered picture
of the exact scene i had just dreamed,
with the caption "I did a piece for the
Secrets of the Sea zine a little while back,
and now that the zines have shipped I can
show you guys the piece!"

So it seems that the bathysphere has become
open source, and third parties are now
capable of rendering and exporting dreams.

Architect Khala reporting.

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20200129_081400

Long, long dreams last night, most of them of
waiting. With Rob from the Mud House, though
i suspect he was another- Heartman?- wearing
Rob's face so as to not alarm me. He left cakes
of glowing cannabis crystal on everything he touched.

At some point i was a very young girl, from 6-12, who
was a [REDACTED]. I laid on the floor next
to somebody that had laid with me.

On other instances, i commented o how much i 
liked the inclusion of industrial works into home
decor; a length of railroad, control boxes, even
a twisted wreath of scrap metal protruding
directly from the ground.

In my dreams, it seems, i'm still the innocent,
borderline naieve person i used to be when
Ava and Nathan first kidnapped me. Twenty
minutes into waking, and i can tell that the
the people that surrounded me last nigt were
not my friends, and that when they went to
a diner to,ge it wasn't to get food, but was a
thinly-veiled excuse to get me to stay in one
place while they did other activities.

I'm still in extreme pain from the illness i infected myself
with nine (9) days ago.[1] The slightest movement 
makes it feel like me chest is sloughing off.

[1]The Nekfascmancy Syndrome.

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20200131_075000

I dreamt that i was a girl, and recorded my run
just fine, and then that i was a a didfferent
girl, and recorded my run just fine, and then
i was Nyx, and recorded my run, but it
got erased, and i recorded it again, and it
got erased, so i recorded it again, and
it got erased and the load time was longer,
so i recorded it again but it got erased
and the load time was longer, so i recorded 
it again but the load time was longer,
so i recorded it again but the load time
was longer.