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hi, my name is Lydia and I'm tired of my life. All my life has been and is being a shit, but when I listened the song "the psalm of Lydia".... By you I will try to continue undergoing this routine.

Thanks for save me this time
 
sheeps brains....
oh swell...

-Those who lose deaming are lost - oz aboriginal proverb.
 
rebirth said:
sheeps brains....
oh swell...

-Those who lose deaming are lost - oz aboriginal proverb.
Once, a looooong time ago I was on some psychadelic drugs, and a phrase entered my head, and I've never forgotten it.

"The graphics of my dreams are gone"

After that trip, psychadelic drugs weren't fun anymore because the awesome visuals went away and never came back.

I still think about that phrase a lot and sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I stopped dreaming or stopped remembering my dreams.
 
Shpongled said:
Once, a looooong time ago I was on some psychadelic drugs, and a phrase entered my head, and I've never forgotten it.

"The graphics of my dreams are gone"

After that trip, psychadelic drugs weren't fun anymore because the awesome visuals went away and never came back.

I still think about that phrase a lot and sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I stopped dreaming or stopped remembering my dreams.
I too used to indulge in psychadelic drugs. My friends and I used to write all this stuff down, things we seen, heard, thought, epiphanies we had.

I think that I'll have to find those notebooks and shre some of the craziness with you all.

But I do believe it would be quite sad to stop dreaming. They hold so much undiscovered truth, passion, answers to those burning questions. For me, it would almost be like being blind.