I had another weird dream. This time I was in the middle of a room, suddenly everything went cold and I froze. Warm water came from a crack in the floor and I melted. A woman made out of water emerged, her liquid wings spanning across the room.
"The water keeps running. No way to turn it off"
Then she vanished and I woke up. My therapist is concerned about these dreams of mine. He thinks they mean I'm suicidal.
I'm not. I find the world a grey and melancholic wasteland with no real point, but that doesn't automatically mean I wanna die by my own hands or that I really wanna die at all.
People just don't get it.
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