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Begot of nothing but vain fantasy
Apr. 17th, 2007 09:45 amI dreamt about death all night long last night. I was going through a combination of Tibetan Book of the Dead type stuff and Egyptian mishmash my brain was probably making up. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, and it actually was enjoyable, and I encouraged others I saw riding down these paper rafts with the Gaunt Ladies, molding their version of Anubis out of mud, tracing the lines of the I-Ching on walls older than humanity.
As a part of it, one of my closest friends was willfully dying, but it wasn't exactly suicide. Still not happy about that, as they were doing it in a way that would end up trapping their self in an eternal sadness, and it was completely unnecessary, but seemed to fit how life had been approached lately.
No interpretation desired. I wish I had slept.
As a part of it, one of my closest friends was willfully dying, but it wasn't exactly suicide. Still not happy about that, as they were doing it in a way that would end up trapping their self in an eternal sadness, and it was completely unnecessary, but seemed to fit how life had been approached lately.
No interpretation desired. I wish I had slept.
