Yeah, it's making me THAT CRAZY.
It's not like I need too much help in that direction. I'm beginning to realize that the world to which I retire when I dream has its own consistencies and correspondences. There's a town I keep going to. It's built on a hill by the sea and is filled with windy roads and people I know nowhere else except in this place. At one point, I thought it might be in Germany. After last night, I can't decide that it wasn't in Russia or England.
On another matter entirely, like many others, I'm seeing things in a whole new light...