Dear K,
It is late and I am depressed. I don't to die, but I'm not really sure I want to live. If I could sleep for a century and wake up from my dreams in time to see the earth get hit by an asteroid, well I think I would. I want to be fluid and mercurial and not bound to my body or the laws of reality.
I want to waste away in the real world and get stronger in my dreams everyday.
I dreamt that I was poor and driving through a graveyard with my girlfriend, and then we stopped to have a picnic lunch, and we found that one of the graves was made of quarters and silver dollars and other coins. We took them because we were poor, and I carried her giggling and kicking all the way back to the car and we drove on and made love by the side of the road, spilling all of the quarters out of our pockets onto the floor and never caring for a moment.
Once I dreamt that I was a tree, and I grew tall and strong and shot rainbow colored peppers from the edges of my leaves that exploded on contact with a psychedelic-mushroom cloud. I lived a full life and died in peace at the center of the forest, surrounded by other trees that couldn't talk or listen.
When I was six I had a fever dream that a dragon was robbing the bank where my mother worked. I woke up shouting and vomited on my bed.
I dream of things that will be and things that haven't ever been and never will be. I'm tired of what is and what can be. I want to live in the land of dreams and impossibilities.
The only question is where to find the poisoned apple or enchanted spindle.
Regards,
K
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