dream
standing with a psychologist and introducing her to a friend who is a mute, can only make sounds that are unintelligible (generally he seems slightly deranged and/or autistic but a good friend) eventually after a whole conversation about him she hands me a paper which to my sinking horror reveals that my friend does not exist, that I had imagined him the whole time - it gets worse: the friend who doesn't exist is not the dumb mute I was telling her about but the one who I thought I had been this whole time! suddenly I realize that I am really the dumb mute and the other me vanishes, I am left struggling to speak but only able to force out a few incomprehensible sounds as though my mouth were sown shut or I had no mouth...

1 Comments:
What a relief. After that last post I was afraid that you were starting to lighted up. Before you know it, this blog would just turn into another lameo happy place.
Per Freud the simple explination isn't alway the correct one.
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