its becomeing the norm,,, wake up confused and foggy ,, what was real and what is real,, it's different themes but the characters are different,,, it usually involves some kind of action like moving through the decks of a rusted out ship,, cave,, deciding forest,, but the activity is the dead people I've seen and sometimes we are trying to find our way and other times their trying to kill me because their mad I didn't get them back, cpr, house fire, car wreck, funeral it gets really weird ,, the tuff ones are the ones who popped open from being burned,, they want help carrying their insides,, I won't even bring up the babies or little kids,, I'll just say not on my worst enemy,,,after some coffee and listening to my wife the fog starts to clear and I can start packing the loose ends up in my mind for tonight and I try to do something for today,,,it's takes me from around ten to twelve thrity to get it together,,, I don't feel very employable ,,,I have no idea what I'm going to do,,, twenty nine years riding an engine and being 9-11,, to a blop, useless
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