westid

when you don’t sleep, or your mind only fools you into thinking that you are … they’re not just dreams inside; reality, imagination, your subconscious … they all break apart, and leave you free falling down into a massive incarnation of the resulting divide

fool. for thinking there’s nothing inevitable about what’s inside.

while you’re falling in the sky, there’s nothing you can do for the people below to try and hide

there’s an entire life going on in there. oh, so real. the people, fresh air, exactly the same as being awake any other time, vitality everywhere

glimpses of open eyed flashes, brief images of the place i’m sleeping. what is she doing there? sat looking down at me and smiling, flowery summer dress, playing with her hair. it’s not real in this world either …

whatever you would call dreams that go on for days on end, i lived there. waking up here meant going to sleep there, but for some reason it’s possible to accidentally die if you forget to try and wake up at the same time. i guess you’re not supposed to go completely out of your mind. it is curious though because – it doesn’t just stop – the path that way carries on. i don’t remember anyone coming back the way they came, once they’ve gone

the mansion of society and the grounds, graveyard forest, high lowlands council estate, the factory, depths of the city, the other country (unnamed), tower flats, then there is victoria park: [westid]’s rest a different version of a park where i live that has a large house in the place where the band stand’s supposed to be. it is also the place where i always spawn when i come into this other realm

i think the house is mine but there’s no locks on the doors, the trees and plant life of the woods around it have broken through the floors, the walls, and scattered around with people who have come there to be alone together … but somehow it isn’t derelict either; a structure that has become one with nature

this time there was a message waiting for me. i had to follow it. just like all the other omens and images i can’t ignore. can often give me new objectives in real life, take me to places i’ve never though of before. but things are different now and i can’t just do nothing about it anymore

in the same nature i go sleepwalking, it’s possible that i’ve already been there and just left clues for myself to follow when i come back. not sure where i park / get to the car. someone i found there showed me a true vision of beauty, and i don’t even know who they are

oh my god. i never thought a dream let you take things that far. but i feel a little different now i’m awake, after what was a very passionate intimate encounter, with someone who knows me inside out but i know nothing about them. the trouble with real life is i’m absolutely exhausted, everything hurts, and i’m not me just this person again

time to shed some light on this redacted man, then.