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The first time.txt

Written in WriteRoom on my iPhone, in bed as I woke up:

The first time I woke up today, I looked up at the ceiling and it was a neon turquoise, as if painted within the lines/coving and had a strobing outline. I have had this, or similar, happen before — sometimes one colour like today and sometimes a perfectly executed two-colour tessellation. Whenever I awake and the ceiling is merely the plain white painted stippled Artex that it is in reality, as it was when I awakened for the second time today, I am enormously disappointed whilst also realising that a reality-matching vision is a lot more practical and convenient in my waking life.



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