are a ruse. I'm convinced they don't exist. My dreams are all unwanted, either assaults of repressed desires or products of stress and fear. I've been having nightmares most every night for the past few weeks, and I think my sleep has been suffering for it. The dreams... they're all rough. Illogically so, but they're dreams after all. It's a constant barrage of pressure. Escapism can't cure it. In fact, I'm playing my game in many of my dreams and it's often bleak or downright stressful.
Wish me peace. I don't care about pleasant or happy or blissful. Just give me some confounded peace of mind, body, and soul. Curse you self. I'll see you in Hell! If they have mirrors, that is.
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