There is no light at the end of the tunnel for us. We are who we are.
Something strange happens about dreams that Gloria has _ the real world seems to get mixed up into the dreams and the dreams seem all the more real _ with part of your mind you__e aware of what__ going on around you, but part of your mind is drifting and things start to get mixed up. What I__ trying to say is that the human mind has developed a safety valve and dreaming is really the unconscious mind (me in this case) clearing up the debris it has otherwise been unable to cope with on the conscious level _ if this is so, then tonight__ dreams became like __ horror show_ in which Gloria and I were literally imprisoned.__loria__ Helper
Gloria Rising
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Something strange happens about dreams that Gloria has _ the real world seems to get mixed up into the dreams and the dreams seem all the more real _ with part of your mind you__e aware of what__ going on around you, but part of your mind is drifting and things start to get mixed up. What I__ trying to say is that the human mind has developed a safety valve and dreaming is really the unconscious mind (me in this case) clearing up the debris it has otherwise been unable to cope with on the conscious level _ if this is so, then tonight__ dreams became like __ horror show_ in which Gloria and I were literally imprisoned.__loria__ Helper
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