Hyperbolic Bipolar Delusional Paranoia.

I was sitting in a field, a very vast field, there was nothing growing except grass. It was all dark as if back clouds had descended to meet the birds. I was sat on the side of a broken path, hedges to both sides. The path was as wide as any city road. The hedges were black, menacing, calling you to leave. Anyways, I thought the best thing at this time would be to whip out my phone and take a few pictures. So there I am sat on the right side of this crooked pathway looking through the screen of my phone trying to figure out what angle to capture when I happen to touch the top left corner of the screen of the phone with my thumb. Behold! the thing caught fire. Not the phone, that would have been common, the hedge that I was looking at through the screen and which was physically behind me. I saw the hedge burning for a few seconds and I realised that the actual hedge was burning. I turned around and tried to blow away the flames. I got to them in a couple of tries. Intrigued as I was at this strange happening I touched the screen of the phone deliberately to see what happens. Would you believe it! The bush caught fire again. I tried getting this one to go out but it was resilient. It would almost go out and then come back again. It was at this point I realised that the hedges were not in fact made of shrubbery but of thick barbed steel wire. I called their bluff. I was having none of this poignant malarkey! On my incessant demands a puppy with glowing red Terminator eyes materialised from the wire hedge and coincidentally a rabbit from the other side of the hedge. I must admit it was frightening when they were both flying straight at me but I kept my cool. They were at each others neck. I had to hold them just so they wouldn't tear each others limbs apart and yet they were doing so. I got distracted, perhaps mother was calling me..

Hey there :)

Hello xxxxx!

I'm finally on my laptop! my birthday wasn't as epic as I had anticipated. I assumed
that my friends would bring me cake, throw me a big party, invite a troupe of
elephants and half a dozen monkeys and we'd all have a great time which we'll tell
our grandkids about.
I ended up taking them for ice cream and cake. One of them caught flu, he says it
was because the ice cream was too cold.

Everything is white, I so wanted to ditch work tonight and go sledging. Two
problems though, work people wouldn't let me take a day off because someone else
had packed it in before me and I haven't seen an adult size sledge around lately. the
latter thwarted my plans really. so I decided to fall down the steps in front of my
house just to experience the sensation really. the steps remained unharmed. dunno
about my bum, it's still unconscious.

you take care and I'll hopefully catch you later :)

Just like a star.

Christmas is almost here but I still can't smell cinnamon! things are good and things are bad. Then there is this. I have been in a dream like state all day today listening to Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star and although the snow has cleared up I still feel like wafts of condensed breath escape my mouth as I breathe and everything is merry. Reality is strange, delusional even.

"last night i had a dream that i was running through a hotel of circular floor plan. and everyone know i was running away. and then i wound round and round through doors, auditoriums, cafes and restaurants, through rooms and cupboards. the hotel was golden and red, quite vintage, till i reached a circular staircase going two stories down, made of oak. i ran and jumped down, walked out woke up. and sat there in a cafe with a two females and a man and told them how when you write your dream down it is easy to remember it. then i realised i was still dreaming but. it did feel strange to be conscious of a dream while in it. the coffee was good though.
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I emailed this to a friend a few days back, true story. I guess I miss somethings from my past but that's what you get for running away without a plan. Do it if you get a chance though :)

I must crack on, I must push and I must realise the importance of every individual. I need to watch the documentary on Jesse Jackson on BBC, it was on this morning and I think Fern Britton was doing it. It made sense in many places. We all are standing lean against the gushing storm, some of us are just too afraid to open our eyes and fight...