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Does it happen often.

I've been having some vivid dreams. Vivid, realistic dreams. The kinds of dreams where you wake up and can't tell whether or not something actually happened because the dream was so realistic. Vivid, realistic, recurring dreams. It was the things that people said to me and the things I read. The same things happened over and over again. I woke up convinced that they had actually happened until I checked my facts. It's such a strange feeling to realize that you made everything up. It makes you think about the things you didn't make up. At least, the things you think you didn't make up.It's hard to tell what people are thinking. What they want. Harder, still, when you don't talk to them. As much or at all. It does not make that much difference, I think. That's okay, I guess. I'm probably content to just continue coasting along until I eventually realize that I've been lying to myself about whatever it is I've been lying to myself about.

Probably.

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