Somebody has got me thinking. We have had this word on our minds a LOT lately; the meaning of the word “quine”. Not as a mathematical function; but a verb being.
And they have got me thinking (NO!! we are ALL thinking on this one!) – of dreams I had when I was 6,7 and 9; perhaps 8 as well? We don’t know; all we know are of the dreams I was having (mikie was having) way back when.
Just a note to myself; this word we are calling “quine”
and those dreams of mine; my inner selves and alters (I am using that word DELIBERATELY though we HATE that kind of word. hate and hate and hate it! and why?
because it reminds us of something BAD in those dreams a very bad thing indeed
and now we wonder if they were dreams or a reality all gone wrong
(trapdoors and things; long white hall; sliding ‘down’ into chutes; metal chutes they were into a BAD being.)
later on these sort of things.
after all they were dreams.
I am hoping
(re-reading this and … there are bad feelings; anxiety attacks and things; weird and bad and skin prickling going on and more and more. We must investigate this but how? When the memory is all wiped out? or is it? We don’t KNOW this thing almost crying in bad frustration; what IS it what IS in there: locked doors in my mind.)