They are long and convincing and about my way of life sucking miserably.
This time, it was long. I remember the danger. I remember before waking up, I said to someone, "Okay... Imagine you're a little girl. You live in a pile of mud. You're always surrounded like by a band of thieves." It's like I was darting for my life. I remember I said I could make the chicken or something like it was in chili sauce. We were forced to live under command in the dirt, like animals.
This mirrors my life especially lately, now living in a nursing home, before mental hospital, before barely able to do anything in my apartment poor and orphaned.