so normally a part of me always knows when I'm dreaming but last night I dreamed I took a bunch of drugs then had to walk home as they kicked in, so every dream-shift felt like I was tripping balls with no grip on reality and let me tell you, it was disorienting as FUCK
there was a moment walking through a crowded space where I couldn't tell if I was dressed or not. instead of registering it as a dream-thing, I had a pulse-racing panic that I was genuinely naked in public and had to slowly put on the dressing-gown I thought I'd taken off
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weirdly, the most realistic element was that I couldn't remember how to use my phone. I knew it was in my pocket, I kept reaching in to touch it, but every time I thought "I'm too high for this, I need help, I need to call someone," I couldn't figure out how to type or work it
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in conclusion, I would like a two-page essay from my subconscious explaining WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THAT WAS ALL ABOUT
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