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It isn’t something that is coming normally, but I am now thinking that I need to move.  I can’t be here much longer without something being strange.  I can’t get past the feeling that there is someone or something moving over me.  Something that is a feeling of someone looking over your shoulder from across a room.  Which is strange, because i can’t remember being in a room.  Or other people.  I have memories of them all, i know so many things about so many people, but I can’t remember any of them really.

All the same, everything feels like i am being watched all the time.  Like someone is seeing every part of my body, and yet, i know i am alone here in this room.  There has to be something here where I can find a mirror or look at something other than the ceiling and the walls.  I can’t keep my head still can I?  Can i even move my head.  How can i know so many things, and see so many thoughts without moving at all.  Everything seems locked in my head, and I know i have a body, and all things around me seem to log into me and register a impact.  At the same time, i know i haven’t moved my head in years.  At least it seems so.

This day seems more disjointed than most.  I can’t seem to remember my dreams, I can’t seem to remember much of anything useful today.  I have so many thoughts of heat and movement.  Wind that I remember, and can seem to remember the feeling of my hairs moving in the wind.  I can’t understand though why my thoughts are so scattered today.  I came to remember smells that I can’t smell any more.  I can remember how flowers felt in my fingers and smelled in my nose, and yet, i can’t remember the last flower i saw.  And were the flowers real?  Were they from a store with added scent to make sure that we knew that they were flowers?  Is there a job where someone raises flowers, and can’t smell them any more.  There must be millions of workers growing flowers that they will never have in their house. Would you even see the colors after a while.  Are they reduced to numbers and tasks.  Do you just end up seeing propagation figures that tell them how many cuttings they can grow from each leaf.  would we buy flowers if we saw how they were grown, how they were divided and how they were made to be machines of life.  Why have we reduced everything to machines.  Why are we turning living systems into machines, or is this what we are at this point.  Is that something that I am at this point?  A machine for remembering flowers, and how they smell and how the wind blows. Maybe that is what I have been reduced to as well.  A memory machine, a storage device for things that have already happened and passing those thoughts on to someone who is still moving.

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It can’t be more than a moment since my eyes closed.  I was trying to move my feet. A sound like a drip of water in a pond sounded and I was gone.  I woke up after another long dream.  A dream of long dark hallways.  There were doors on each side.  Dark wood doors.  The light was grey and blue, everything was illuminated, but there was no light.  I don’t know how to explain the shade of the light, it was the color of moonlight in the mountain, but with the white color removed and the blues left in place.  I remember the carpet on the floor, and not having shoes on. I could feel the fabric against my feet, and the feeling of the stiff cheap fibers.  How can i remember that feeling if i can’t remember what the place was.

It reminded me of a hallway of a friends house when i was younger. It was the longest hallway i had ever seen, and i remembered thinking that the house on the outside didn’t seem long enough to have that much room inside.  The rooms and house were always dark.  The blinds always closed.  Maybe i was back there in my dreams, remembering houses from my childhood.  What if all of this remembering is me just thinking back.  Why do these dreams keep coming, why don’t I ever seem to be all the way awake?  I can’t be only dreaming of things and remembering things.  It seems like i am stuttering awake over days and weeks and months.  I seem like a series of random events.  Like someone took a bucket of pictures or slides.  Why do i remember slides.  Slide shows, pictures of other peoples trips.  I remember a barrel that someone had filled with old slides.  Dead peoples memories, old photos of weddings and vacations.  I looked through them for hours.  Pulling up handfuls of someones most important moments.  I remember that they were selling them by the pound.  I stood for hours looking at slide after slide, and trying to piece together what they meant for the person who took them.  Remember that this was once someones life.

What if this place is where I will be forever.  Locked in place in this bed.  Dreaming every night of things that have happened.  What if this is the place where everything happens.  I know i will wake up at some point, and jump out of bed.  Jump into the day like i have so many times.  But for now I just know that I am stuck walking down this dark hallway.  So many doors to open, and so many that are already stuck closed.  I know that this door and hallway dream is a clumsy way for my thoughts to resolve, and to know what I have passed by and already seen.  My mind doesn’t care though, and doesn’t stop the dreams from coming.  I can’t think that this is my world, and this bed and these dreams are the place where I live.  I will wake up.  I will find the things that bind me in place, and find a way past them.

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I wonder what is happening with my feet.  I know i am having the worst time moving them.  I had dreams of them gliding and floating over the ground as i run faster and faster.  I dreamed of walking through halls and rooms filled with wonders.  Now that I am awake, or waking up and seeing that I have still been here for so long, why can’t i seem to move them.  It is like the connection is broken between my mind and the feet that is stopping me from leaving.  Am i trapped here?  Is this bed, and these sheets and these feelings the extent of my world now.  I don’t know but I can feel my skin and my body.  My toes are the oddest things lately.  They are cold all of the time.  They tingle and feel strange and I don’t know why that is.  The tips feel like they aren’t finished yet, and the image of what they are isn’t fully formed.  I wish i had a way to see what they look like and what is causing the feeling of incomplete skin.

Everything about the space of my body is so intriguing right now.  I know the shape and form of my body, the lines and edges that make the boundary state between me and the world around me.  I know where my edge is, and where the cloth around me is close but not touching my body.  I find it odd that in this whole world, i haven’t touched anything.  I have come close to touching things, but not actually making contact.  There is an atomic distance between where the end of my body is, and the next thing in space i would touch.  Everything that seems so real, and so solid, is not something that I have ever really touched.  Nothing has actually been on my body.  Does that mean that right now I am levitating the sheets above me?  Does it mean that i am capable of lifting solid objects with nothing but my physical presence?  Is this magic?  Does something like that make me a force of creation, or something beyond the normal.

So many things just don’t make much sense to me.  I feel programmed sometimes.  Like someone is making me a real thing by believing in me and feeling I must be real.  But If i am real, why isn’t there anyone here right now.  Why hasn’t anyone come to see why i haven’t gotten out of this bed.  Where is the thunder coming from, where are the sheets made.  How did the room get painted, and where is the room exactly that I am stuck in.  I can’t imagine no one is here, and I can’t imagine that I am alone.  So, there must be someone outside of this place that I can meet.  But i can’t seem to see much beyond where I am.  I am just floating here. Everything seems both to be moving so fast I can’t follow it, and so slowly I have days and weeks between moments of time.  Why are there times when I don’t seem to be here, and where do i go when i am not here?  Why can’t i move my body under these sheets.

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I am not sure what has happened to me.  I was just here one minute and the next I am still here, but different.  I know something has changed, some time frame has shifted.  Like a large space of time has gone by, and nothing happened while i wasn’t there.  Was i awake?  Was I asleep this whole time.  It seems that so much has happened, but I am still in the same spot that i was in a moment ago.  How can I still be here, but not still in the same time.  I am so disorganized and tired still.  Still fighting with my own mind to try to find out where and when i am.  I can’t imagine that no time has passed, but It can’t be as large of a moment as it seems.

The first thing i noticed that made me think that something had happened was when i closed my eyes the walls around me in this room were white.  The bedspread over me was tan.  I opened them and the walls seem tan and the bedspread is grey.  It can’t be that they changed, or did i just remember the colors wrong.  Maybe they were backwards the whole time.  I know i have never been any good at remembering colors.  I am pretty sure I can only see in primary colors, and there isn’t anything but red, green, blue.  That doesn’t seem right though.  There are more colors than that.  I remember once while travelling seeing a tv commercial for testing for color blindness in kids.  The people on the screen were holding up cards to show you the tests they use and talking about numbers i couldn’t see.  Was the tv screen not showing the numbers?  Was I not able to see them there because I was color blind?  Was i really travelling?

I am having trouble telling the real world from what I have dreamt.  I know that I have vivid dreams that seem so real and so close to my waking mind.  But sometimes it seems like they bleed over into the real world, and I wonder if the things I saw happened.  Is there some chance that I am here, and then gone?  How can I be here in this bed, laying here trying to sort my thoughts, and also in those dreams not knowing which is real.  If i dream i am digging up dirt, and wake up with dirt under my nails.  Did I bring that with me?  Did i go to sleep with dirt under my nails last night?  I can’t seem to really remember last night.  I just seem to remember this morning.

The funny thing is that I can lay here and feel things moving.  I can feel my skin moving against the sheets, I can feel my air through my throat.  My hair rubbing against the pillow.  But at the same time, i feel like I can’t move at all.  Like I can’t move beyond the slight motion that is happening all the time.  I know I can move my legs, I have done it so many times.  But I can’t seem to find the energy to move them now.