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Meditation #9

To start, Im in a room together with my puer aeternus, Siplipito. We are together, trying to do something.  We try to flee. Pack things that we already have and flee. I would say its sort of a symbolism of a change. Baggage of the past that I am trying to take with me.  And Russians sort of feel like a supreme force, that you should be fearing upon, they are strong and the encounter with them is surely going to be painful. But if you try, you could win tho. With this info, what kind of exile am I trying to accomplish, that is set on repeat and I am always failing.  Sort of stuck with my past. Cant get over all the items in the house. All I need are only essentials.  Honestly, right now, it feels like a big change. Identity change sort of.  In this process second character pops in - Lisarion. A person that I really love in my life and feels like a life teammate. Even though that person has its downsides, its all fine. Who cares? Those are my associations though f...
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And the blog was born.

 For the history, 16/05/24, Brussels. After attending 5-ish seances with Jungian psychologist, I decided to slowly transition my process into the autonomous realm and try to reflect on my dreams on my own. This is the beginning. For the sake of objectivity, names will be altered. But whoever knows it, knows it. I am no professional. Just a curious fuck who wants to calm his insides down. Therefore, this whole process is solely self-exploratory. Success on this unpaved road, Sincerely, Typer-teenage-emo-girly-anonymous-author
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Dream #9, 16/05/24

 Why directly #9? Fuck off. thats how it is. Politeness, culture and IQ, please. no insults. Siplipito and I are in an apartment, trying to pack to leave before Russians arrive in the city. We start many times and we fail. It reverts in a groundhog-dayesque manner every time. I get angry every time and every time the process is too lengthy. Never in time to be quicker than Russians.  One time, there are Siplipito, Lisarion and me. Lisarion is in a happy mood, jumping around, singing, dancing. Siplipito likes this behaviour, drops the packing and joins in this happy show. This drives me nuts. Yelling at them. Throwing items at the wall. No reaction. They simply dont give a shit. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. We all freeze. I slowly approach the door and try to hold the lock in place, while outsiders bang on the door. Siplipito is frozen, looking at me and a door. I try to whisper to him to grab some sort of weapon. He gets confused, replies that there are no weapons i...
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