Monday Jun 02, 2003

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There stood the robed figure once again. Many times he has seen it before. Wondering why it continued to appear to him. Is he losing touch with reality?

He has felt so alone lately so unloved. Everyone he admires finds him uninteresting and boring.

He looks at the figure coming slowly toward him. He realises this is no illusion. This is no farce in his mind. This thing is real. A physical representation of the things that he doesn't wish to see inside himself. The restless thoughts of selfdoubt and disbelief that things can be better for him.

Oh God! What does he do now? Does he embrace it? Fear begins to grip him. "I can't! I can't!" he screams and begins running. Running anywhere just to get away.
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bionicfemme:
Wow, it sounds like an autobiographical account of my life!
bombshellbetty:
When I was 14 or so, I had this recurring dream of being followed by this guy. He wouldn't let up. My mom told me that you have to face things like that in dreams. Talk to him, find out what makes him tick. So, next time I had that dream, I waited for this scary guy to catch up to me, and I asked him "Who are you???"

He stopped, said "I'm Rolling Roger" in a very matter of fact way, and that was it. Whatthe??? That was the end of it. Rolling Roger? I still don't get it.

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