Emma's Stoned...

Had the nuttiest dream about Emma Stone the "Artist" not the Avatar it was the craziest Dream Party I had for while... Her eyes are the Size of Tennis Balls they are too big to be wholesome... I did not touch Her... but we had a great time...

We joked around jerked around... and we jumped off a high dive board, it is the sense of falling that I remember... it went on for so long... it did not end till I woke up... but I did not wake up, I only dreamt I woke up, but didn't... I was still asleep...

sometimes I cant tell the difference between being awake and still in bed... as I wake up I dream I am awake doing stuff, then all of a sudden I am actually still in bed... dreaming of being a wake and walking around... yet still on the pillow...

My most toxic addiction is Sleep, it is my favourite state of mind... not quite here, and not really There either, in the wonderful world of dreamland...

Halfway between leaving your body and still living in a limited world of myopia where only things close come into focus... in a Macro world of tiny details... at the quantum Level nothing seems real, as we know it...