Here I go again. My lucid dreaming cycle is back. Wild, vivid dreams. I’ve learned of what I hunger for. I’ve learned of what is disturbing me. I’m waking up in a fog wondering whether to go back to sleep in order to keep the story line going. I know that I was struck by something in my sleep. As a matter of fact I woke up singing Oingo Boing’s song Dead Man’s Party. Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see.
As I walked thinking about what my dreams are telling me, I came across this graffiti that made me smile. It looked like one of the squishy beings in my dreams that have been advising me on life.
Categories: identity, mental health, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Your photo with the faces made me smile 😀 😀
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Interesting. My dreams are rare.
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Again Finishing Another 53 Thousand Word
Blog Post A Bit Slower on the ‘MaGiC Toad’ Yet
Your Lucid Dreaming Here
Brings Back Such
Sweet Memories
In Grade School Where
i Had the Ability to Control
My Dreams And Do Whatever
i Wanted to Do Realizing The Dreamscape
Is All Mine to Create Hehe Nothing Really
Changed i
Just Do it
Wide Awake
Now With SMiLes
or Half to A Quarter
A Sleep or Down with
Covid-19 i ‘Just Do it’ It Just
Happens it Comes The Way it Comes Free..:)
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