| RBHBHRGHBRGHBHRGHBRGHRBHGRR I CAN'T FEEEL MY LEGS
WHY ARE MY TEETH SO ITCHY
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| I dreamt the other night
I had a dream that i was in a locker room sort of thing with a bunch of guys and the only thing i could see were the benches we were all sitting on and the blue lockers, other than that everything was in a foggy abyss. We sort of floated in this black and grey empty space. Wasn't so bad, really.
And we sat in silence. No one moved, really. And then their chests started to rupture. A shoulder spasm, almost like a harlem shuffle sort of thing, and then a ripping and crackling and their ribcages splayed out. You could look back and see it and they all went in turn, red mist spraying up against the blue lockers leaving this gaping hole in their chests where presumably hearts had resided and blood had flowed before, and I didn't seem too phased by the fact that it was coming closer and closer to my turn.
And it came to be my turn and when my heart and so many other fibers sprayed out of my chest and i felt the warmth run down my shirt and settle and pool on my stomach and on my back against the floor and i lied.
There was a window above me but there was nothing through it and I floated up to it. The world shifted and blurred laterally and I stood at eye-level with this window and when I looked through all I saw was a hill on the other side, with a tree growing out, intersecting the hill and whose branches were reaching wildly for the ground, to stabilize herself. I moved from the window to the hill. The hill floated above an abyss, but this time, it was black water, sort of like an island. I could see white-colored fish along the shores and they came up to the surf and picked in the crests for sand fleas. Occasionally they'd get caught on the beach and spastically flip their way back down to the surf as the waves came in, to eat again. The tide was calm but its reach was far, up almost to the grass. The beach stopped and turned immediately to a wispy grey grass that looked soft to the touch and swayed in the breeze out toward the sea, toward the moon. The moon was white and sat in a grey sky with wisps of clouds streaked and puffed across the southwestern sky. I reclined against the tree that was bending out of the hill and looked out to the horizon, towards the clouds and moon and I listened to the grass blades mingling and the tide waters bubbling as they sunk into the sand. The hole in my chest was gone. I sat against that tree for a while until I grew tired of it, of the grass and the sand and the hungry fish, and I decided to take my chances on the currents of the sea.
I walked out waist-deep into the water. It was cool, and the surface was flat. I floated on my back a while and slipped under the current of the ocean. I wasn't starved for air under the surface or anything, but my chest felt tight like I had a belt around my lungs. I watched the moon fade until my feet came to rest on what i assumed was the ocean floor. I couldn't see anything, now, not even my own body, but I knew I was there. So I walked, and I saw a ghost, I guess, off in the black. She turned and saw me, and stood and waited for me, so I walked over to her. She took forever to walk to. She looked at me and said something and looked sorry. She apologized and left. I floated back to the top of the sea and found myself directly under the moon, and I noticed that the sky had stars, now, when it hadn't before. I saw the island off on the horizon and the dream ended.
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