i once dreamt that i was floating, through the window, in my bedroom, though i don't know if it was a dream fr i had jsut been awake, though i might have slipped into rem faster than normal, the reaction time, and perception in dreams are gretly enhanced as though it palys out how you are going to be, if your alternate life in the dream, was your adult life, or the subconcious memory of someone, and you were their memory, or their your prenomition. However, the people arounf you, yourself, me i you dont know i am real, for all i could be a computer, a dream, a memory, life in itself, you, or your mind, a subconcious doorway into an elightement, DREAM FOR DESTINY
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.
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