Friday, 26 June 2015
Not sure why I'm dreaming about myself so much recently. When I say myself, I mean either meeting myself or finding dead parts of me in the street.
Last night I was looking at the naked upper torso of myself. I couldn't see a head or limbs, but I was so close to my own chest, my line of vision was limited.
After what seemed like ages, I pulled my chest apart with both my hands like moving a set of curtains. I then poked my head inside my own chest. It was totally black.
Posted by Max Walsh
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