I had a long, complicated dream about you last night. I don't remember all of the details, but there was something about ego vs. flesh interpreted through an Alice In Wonderland theme. Removal of skin to symbolize getting down to the layers that matter. There was something under each layer of skin that looked like tree flowers after they've fallen and gotten rained on. There was a moment in which I remembered how much I loved you.
And none of this really means anything, because I am so in the crazy now. Throwing medication at it, and it's starting to help. Not hearing voices anymore. Yay. (I kind of miss them when they're gone, but I'm not supposed to because I am supposed to want to be sane.) (But I don't. Want to, that is.)
(I mean, I want to function and care for the kids, but I like being kind of lost in the mist.)
(And when I said none of this means anything, I didn't really mean that. I'm most aware of what really matters when I am crazy.)
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