I might be delusional but I wish they could make it a magical experience, completely free of pain and total consciousness, with pretty colors and really comfortable stuff to lay on. Idk what I want anymore really.
Venting (?) Life is, like, a LOT to perceive and understand and experience. I feel like this all the time. Like wow, this is just so MUCH and I am also another human fucking organism…and there's all sorts of societal pressure to act certain ways, and rules and shit everywhere you go…It's just so much…And it never ends. Even in lucid dreams, it's all based on reality. That's the only way we can comprehend shit. Nothing that I type has any contribution to anything. I am a useless organism that will never fit in or understand the grand appeal…
It's too much pressure to be a human.