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This goes to show the vast metaphorical wealth of the human mind.
Personally, I've become terrified with the increasing regularity that I'm dreaming of simulations and simulacra. My dreams are hyperreal and in them I know that everything is too perfect to be real. My dreams often take a video game like atmosphere, not that I am necessarily in a game, but everything feels completely out of my hands. I'm simply an agent doing things I have to do in a world that is functioning repetitively without any sort of intention. It simply acts and I react. Often I am being chased or somehow fighting against innumerable odds. Sometimes I am just travelling in one direction without and purpose. The scenery is always intense, the motion is always intense, and the leaps between one landscape to the next are always extreme.
If dreaming does represent some sort of ultimate reality, then I'm going to be truly depressed, because I actually value my ability to make choices as an active participant in my life.
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Innominate.
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