Researching for a project.

I find a book that has exactly what I need.

Bad news: it's $350 on Amazon.

Good? news: there's a different version with the same information for $129.

Better news: the full book is available for free on Scribd.

Not sure what kind of news this is: I'm researching psychotic depression-- not the cheeriest subject.

Sometimes I wonder if I've had psychotic depression. I don't think all the little superstitions and fears I've had necessarily qualify as delusions, though. And I don't think I've had hallucinations (would I know if they were, though?). I figure it would be something that my counselor at St. John's would've told me if he noticed it, or maybe the people at the Stanford study.

Anyway... psychotic depression is associated with decreased REM activity... and that's not something I've had a problem with, I think. Lately I've been taking a lot of naps and sleeping more frequently but for shorter periods of time, and I dream a lot.

17?- I was the sister of a fearsome old woman who was a Baba Yaga-like witch. We didn't get along well at all and I was hiding from her. I didn't want her to know I was in her house. I ran into the room of the little ragdoll girl she had created as her daughter and shut the door. The girl was about a foot tall and had black button eyes and was made of golden orange burlap, with a few pieces of twisted scrap cloth sticking straight out of her head for hair. She had drawn a door on the wall with chalk and set fire to its edges. An inventory appeared at the bottom of my vision, like in a video game, and I began grabbing things from around the room. The ragdoll girl was laughing maliciously at me, in the way that bratty children do when they think they can get someone else in trouble. "If you touch me I'll scream and then she'll come and get you and you'll be sorry," she sneered at me. My sister was coming toward the room-- I could hear her ungraceful footsteps tromping on the wooden stairs. I noticed a piece of chalk in my inventory that hadn't been there before and quickly traced a smaller rounded top door in the bigger door the ragdoll child had drawn and jumped through to a secret compartment on the other side of the wall. The girl said "hey!" but was distracted as her mother burst into the room to beat her. I listened to my sister yelling angrily at the little ragdoll girl on the other side of the wall and drew a waning crescent moon as a window so I could look through. The girl and her mother were gone and there was only a man standing there, looking blankly off to the side of where I was hiding.

Some of your dreams could be wonderful horror movie scripts. REM sleep is when you're dreaming right?
» LostSoul13 on 2013-06-16 09:58:37

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