In a dream, I was in a friend’s house, and there were these fruit. Plump, juicy, and delicious fruit — like grapefruit, but so sweet — and I kept offering them to people who were there, but no one listened. I cut them open, and I would tell them how wonderful they were, but no one listened, and so I ate the fruit myself.... Now, I do not know what of dreams are reflections, or reflections of reflections. I do not know if there is any meaning to them when there are not angels to directly tell you things. But some of them seem so full of purpose, if only while it is while you are asleep, adrift in the ethereal plane, and are not yourself — not sober, at least. For God spoke to most in riddles, even the prophets. Perhaps He tells you things and you would never guess it was He.
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3:29am thursday, 27th september
If you had the power, you would change the world.Trust that.We are all rats supposed to worship a coward god.
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