More than ten years ago, I was sleeping, got up, went back to bed, woke up again, but this time, so as not to go back to sleep, I stayed lying down, with my eyes closed but awake. Regardless of my, a thing that I had never seen comes to mind, a small amount of black liquid dripping. In principle, I did not give it importance, I was fully aware of my thoughts and where I was, or where I thought I was, because when it starts to matter is when I start thinking "impossible, I'm in my bed" and suddenly as if a revelation came to me, like a higher thought that I did not control, like a certainty, "or at least I was before". Then I think, "that's strange, why am I thinking this", because I don't use that kind of language to express myself either.
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Monsters in Real Life.
Non-FictionWarning: ... This reading cannot harm you physically, but it can change your way of seeing reality. If at any time this reading makes you scared, stop reading. Currently certain parts of this reading have been omitted to preserve privacy. As this re...
