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  • Jan. 6, 2025, 7:50 a.m.
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Vivid dreams on my sleeping pills are inviting me to take them more than often than required.

I love the dreams, they are warm, comforting and make me understand why the dreaming-people in Inception the movie didn’t want to stay awake in the real, living world.

This might also explain why people who accidentally overdose on sedatives and kill themselves.

My pills aren’t that strong, but the lure and lust of that blissful sleep full of dreams is simply too seductive to ignore.


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