Awake 8:48pm July 11th 2023 *Account Disabled

I was far far away just moment ago. A different person in entirety. Bearing a child, in unhappy circumstances and worries of how I would keep it and survive.

I wasn’t me. We were deep in a jungle. Primates of a sort. There were men around who I hoped might help me raise the child. And older female telling me telepathically that — that hope was far and few.

She didn’t present that with anger, more just bemused that I thought that was the path.

A tall tall male one climbed down a vine and came to look upon me. He seemed favorable to me.

And then I heard that glass ping of a text messages on my phone which was a dimension away and here at the same time.

I broke from the sleep with a struggle. It was like swimming against a tide to get here, leaving me unsure of which world was real.

My eyes blink awake. My bed light is on, the ac is humming in the window. The floor fan sending air into the main room as well.

I am back it seems. It is with great exertion that I grab my iPhone.

Google is threatening to shut my email off. I have sent to many emails from the account. We are using for my bosses Alumni Club.

Now to straggle to the computer and request a review.

“Account disabled. Sign in to appeal.”

Which world is the real?

I am still too tired to discern.