this is where it begins.

i'm dreaming

none of you are real

nothing is real

it is only as i see it

nothing exists outside my mind

i am the sole purpose for the universe

i am the universe

-

someone tell me where i got that

-

i dreamt last night that

i

was in a book

this is strange because of

these

things

thathave been throwing themselves at me through books and films and

people

happenings

-

getting carried awaywith it and i want to

oh

how i want to but(!)

it is the same

as the previous entry about death

and fear

in certain scenrios thereare too many

layers

(levels)

to things like this i can't explaini it and

i don't feel as though i have to now because

so

many

things

have been presented to me without any hint of

explanation

so

why

should i bother with it

trust that every

being every

mind

thought

picture

sound

is joined

one

in the same

-

i only know what every other

thinking

(ahh but there is much more than thinking - that is only what we humans can percieve inn our mind as the highest possble form of - what(?) going crazy you can't finish)

entity

knows

-

is this

knowledge

(if you will)

infinite

immuteable

and

all encompassing

or is it

simply a dream

that

someone

somewhere will wake up from in an entire different

spectrum

of existence

and think no more of it

(perhaps, not even consciously remember it)

and so then

we return

to nothingness

the point of beginning

the point of end

the point

of completion

-

(now, someone, tell me)

[where]

(am i getting this from?)

-

i already know the answer.

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