Thursday, April 26th, 2012
I hardly slept. It was the borderline between “reality” and another “reality.” Estaria is calling. They want me to come back, to spend more time. Someone held my hand all night, but it wasn’t the one I was sleeping next to. It was a friend from Estaria, and it was the most comforting feeling I’ve ever had. Then the hand sought it’s way out of mine, I had never felt so lost and abandoned in my whole life.
Somethings really wrong here. This is not a dream description. It’s reality.
