09-11-2018, 04:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2018, 04:30 AM by Drunk Monk.)
Second night of intense unsettling dreams. Last night was a surreal first art class that morphed into a strange psych experiment where everyone was schills to deceive me. Just now was being a fugitive from an oppressive society. Lots of jungian details. Clearly processing art OD, the end of summer and taking Tara back to the U. Not nightmares but not restful.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse