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- philosophy - Crazy things, dreams. Picture an incongruous half-rusted metal structure, extending below the ground like an open mine-pit scar. Ramps lead between the levels, with great maroon double doors in each wall. The windows are wired, and in the middle of it all sits an unfinished vessel. There is no suggestion of imprisonment, just a job to be done. The sky, as seen through the open ceiling to one side, is a striking rich blue, sometimes the pink of a newborn sunset. All is vivid. Or the one in which I observe an operation on my own forearm, painless as under general anesthesia. I never realised that I knew anything about anatomy, but then those bones are readily observable anyway. Not as creepy perhaps are the original novels I imagined reading; Recall is forever muddied, but the perusal itself is unmistakable. Stories read but once by a person in a dream... it seems so fantastic, but actually of just the same class as your basic flying fantasy. A free escape from nowhere, a gift of the absurd, guarantor of sanity. I have not become acquainted with Freud's famous Interpretation, nor ancient Greek oneiromancy, but it is an experience best left unknown. For if all mysteries are opened, what is me? Next: iSqueez
qwergo said... the first one sounds like a nice cs map yay
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