Isn’t it weird when life is as a dream? A sort of fogginess that you feel completely out of place in while trying to place your thumb on reality. You cannot remember, cannot distinguish, what you have done, what you haven’t done, and what you’re supposed to be doing right now. That’s something I hate about stage acting. I’m always afraid of loosing my mind in such a fashion. Sometimes it happened, in lesser extents.
  The worst part of my dreams is when I go blind. Yet when I am awake, sometimes I can see through my eyelids. It seems.
  I’m not sure where I’m going with this. Seems like The Seventies to me.

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