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I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling wondering why I can not turn my thoughts off. Before my eyes, the ceiling comes to life playing out scenes from my minds recollections. Is this a dream or am I awake. I know I remember doing these things that are unraveling before my eyes, only In these images I do things differently. Could this be my conscious telling me where I went wrong or is my brain playing tricks on me. I wish I could close my eyes and this movie would end but even with eyes closed the story unfolds. It is hard to differ between reality and fantasy. Which is real and what is the moral to this story. Help me understand
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
in my mind
I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling wondering why I can not turn my thoughts off. Before my eyes, the ceiling comes to life playing out scenes from my minds recollections. Is this a dream or am I awake. I know I remember doing these things that are unraveling before my eyes, only In these images I do things differently. Could this be my conscious telling me where I went wrong or is my brain playing tricks on me. I wish I could close my eyes and this movie would end but even with eyes closed the story unfolds. It is hard to differ between reality and fantasy. Which is real and what is the moral to this story. Help me understand
eileen-demiris
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
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