It started with me at my house, and my mom was sitting on the floor organizing something under the electric piano. I felt dizzy, so I lay down as to not fall and pass out, causing injury.
I woke up once again at the local grocery store with my aunt, and once again passed out.
She pressed a long cardboard box on me, I think my brain mistook chest compressions for that.
I either died in that dream or went into a coma which brings a theory:
When you die, you wake up. They may be mourning my loss, but I am still alive. In this dimension anyway.
[ID: Two views of the same cracked sidewalk which buckles upwards from the roots of a nearby tree. Round glass pebbles in mostly shades of blue and green have been embedded into some of the most cracked sections. Grass grows next to it. /End ID]
commissioner didn’t like my drawing, which hurt, so I kept the cute background I made and deleted the stuff he asked for… looking at this already helps me feel better
yesterday i went for a walk with my dog and like for a long time i didn’t even realize how beautiful a lot of places near my home are maybe because the weather is often not that good. this summer really has been a blessing with all these sunny days
