• I had a dream with lots of beautiful mountain landscapes, snowy slopes, and grassy hills, soft meadows and hard, pointy rocks. I found

   a lake filled with bright colorful flowers, and swam in its clear water enjoying the peace. Thenl I noticed a dark storm cloud hanging over a nearby mountain peak. It spewed lightening bolts and tornados, and kept getting closer. Then i knew i had to run. 

And more coincidences. I feel so grateful for all those lovely mythical creatures that allow me to stalk them and admire and talk to. Without them my brain would be a dried up walnut.

I decided to stay up and slepr only for 1,5 hours. Now i feel a bit high and giggly and tired at the same time, but glad i did something to break the routine.

I got a package with 2 issues of wonderful occult magazine, just after having a conversation about psychedelics and coincidences. And now there's the first spring storm. Wonderful.

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New moon always kicks my butt, but i guess it's nice to have a supersticious explanation for feeling depressed, rather than blaming anything real for it. I know i have no reasons for feeling down, and that makes me even more annoyed with myself, i shouldn't mope around feeling sorry for myself, when most people are less fortunate than me. 

Also, i'm experiencing a invasion of coincidences, I feel like something important is getting near. 

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My favorite internet interlocutor has dissapeared. He's been offline in all the places i used to stalk him for over 2 weeks, and i'm really worried by now. I hope he's not dead or kidnapped or lobotomized. Maybe he has some sort of insanity episode that makes him want to isolate himself from the world? Or maybe just avoiding me, anyway i wish he would just sedm me a small, tiny message to let me know he's all right.

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I flipped through a bunch of 'women's magazines' from my mother-in-law's collection and was astonished. Each issue contained exactly the same set of information, just with slightely different pictures and titles, once I've read three magazines, i knew them all. Diet food, hiding stretch marks and cellulite, adjusting hairstyle to the shape of the face, being a better lover, buing trendy accessories. That's it. Oh and one desparate article 'My daughter is a lesbian'.

It's absolutely amazing, that people manage to make good business out of digesting the same pieces of information over and over again, and so many women buy that, and let it be the definition of their world.

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I wanted a nice fluffy dream filled with pretty girls - and indeed girls were there but as murderous psychos, or limb collecting cannibals. I knew the only way to survive was to pretend to be one of them, lurk in the corners and attack one by one making my way out of the labirynth. I slashed throats, and stuck a knife into their torsos, remembering to always aim between ribs. I feel a bit disturbed still, i prefer nicer adventures.

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