yesterday was s**t
not because it was Valentine's Day
no
because the bad dream followed me
because that feeling washed over me
I drowned in it.
Last night I had a much better dream. I was in that theme park setting that is near the water park. Andrea was there with me. We went on a ride to get over to the theme park that hovered us over it. There were zombies on the ground all over and we shot at them. It was a lot of fun. I forget whether my double or Andrea was at my side. I think it was my double. See, in my dream I was a male... I think.... and the Devil created a female... or male... version of myself that I fell in love with. It was like proving that narcissism is man's greatest downfall or something like that. I felt good though, that I was important and desired, that I had skills (from shooting all those zombies). All round goodness when I woke up. Very nice recovery.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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