- when i was v tiny, maybe three or four, i always had a dream that took place in this picasso-esque black void with floating objects & my mama & papa would fight over me. mama would have my arms & papa would have my legs & they'd pull me apart until i combusted into tiny falling pieces. it was like a morbid painting
- around the same age, i'd have a dream taking place in an entirely black void but there was a v long, twisted steel tunnel in the midst of it & i would slide down for what felt like forever until there would be a break in it like a missing train track & i'd fall endlessly into the void
- for years, i'd have the same dream of a tsunami. i'd be standing on the far edge of the beach near this tiny tourist shop & i'd look out to the ocean & notice the waves were being pulled back & so i knew it was coming. i'd brace myself & try to h...
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