As long as I have known, I’ve always been able to remember by dreams. I’ve never had them every night like some people apparently do; I’ve even gone months on end without having a single one. Each and every one is my head somewhere. Dreams are supposed to fade from your memory. They’re not real, and thus your brain has no use in storing its own palaver. That would only confuse you, not being able to remember what is real and what was just consimile hallucinations.

Things have been happening. Whenever I strike an emotional nerve, there’s sometimes a sense of familiarity that pops up. It’s paradoxical: I’ve never been in situations like this before. They’re too specific too. I was having a fun night, laughing and everything. I said something I wouldn’t have ever said if I was more sober in thought. The day after, I remembered having a dream about that at noon. You may think that it was conjured as I slept, but I never saw anything that night. I felt like I was inside the mind of a passed version of me for mere second, sleeping, seeing things, something that would never make sense. It doesn’t make sense, and there’s probably something here that I’m not sensing. But it was the kind of memory that you only come across after deep thinking: something from the depths.

I see black things running across the floor out of the corner of my eye. That’s not Kasey. Ever had the intense feeling some ones is watching you while you sleep? Ever heard someone not there say good night in Upside-down? I quit my vitamins a few months ago, thought they were a waste of money.

There’s another example I can’t remember. Sometimes things dissolve in my mind’s eye. I joke to myself that’s the fluoride in the water supply. It was another retrospective vision, probably the most ~~important~~ explainable, but ████ me I guess.

And now were here now. I ripped out my heart and another flashback to something that doesn’t exist. I feels like there was another dream, and still there was a real memory of some confused 7 year old sitting in a cold car parked in a hospital’s lot. I didn’t say anything then, there wasn’t really anyone around to say it to, not anyone who would be in the same situation. I might have thought something, but this dream was about saying something – moving the air and the ear. And I just did and I think it was the same thing.

I’ll edit this if one more thing occurs any more things. Or maybe when I realize I’m actually just a wack job.

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