There was a high and very long wall with doors. But all doors appeared to be closed.
There was an actual roadrunner standing near the wall and we could see a coyote running towards it. Quickly it painted a gate on the wall. The opening showed, like magic, a wonderful garden.
Marvin, Arthur, Clyde, the wheelchair woman and I quickly went through it into the garden. Behind us the gate quickly disappeared, leaving the roadrunner and the coyote at the other side of the wall.
We heard screams and bones breaking and growling as the coyote started to feast on its prey. I felt somewhat guilty.
In the distance, we saw a parade of cards with legs and arms, a mouse, some toys, a wizard, brooms with legs and many more, magical creatures.
In the distance, we saw a big, blue castle with many towers and some magical, golden rainbow of sorts, stretching from the tower at the very left to the one at the very right.
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Mania kills cells. Brain cells die. Memories become more reduced conceptually, making more efficient use of limited means. Memories shape our reality. Our memories are more or less split in two by abstractions, conceptual reductions. Mood states with memories, concepts, attached. Memories of pain and those of joy. It causes instability, changeability. Fearing that will leave an emptiness between pain and joy and a greater divide.
See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me.
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