10 again. I'll see what happens and if I should continue. I'm here right now with my keyboard. Typing like I normally do. Sometimes. I normally sometimes do this. or whatever. I'm going to start walking. No. I'll tell you about my dream. I was dreaming last night. About a world where I could step through a portal and land in an identical world. A world with another me. Not sure how many of these worlds there are, but I seemed to be on a circuit. Going through the portal a few times landed me back where I came from. It was a bit confusing. I think there were slight changes between each world, and I was trying to pull things I wanted from each world into mine. I suppose to make it better. And I remember my mom was trying to kill me. I don't know if this was because she was from another world. Maybe. She had a shotgun, but luckily she wasn't very good with it. But mom wanted me to die because she discovered something about me that she didn't like. I suppose because it reflected poorly on her. What I was had been exposed to the world. I guess I was going through the portals to fix that. To regain my anonymity so I could live my life again. And I was sneaking through small gaps in each world. They were all the same, but different. I don't remember how they were different, but it was small differences. Sometimes I was better in that world. Sometimes I was dead. And there was a woman chasing me that wasn't my mother. Maybe an ex? She was in the walls like a horror monster. A wide, evil grin and long, messy hair. Crawling on all fours like a spider and carrying heads. Her own heads. I suppose she killed her alternates from other worlds while chasing me. Having them like trophies. She would throw the heads at me sometimes. Chase me through tight crawlspaces and grab my ankles. Laughing and jeering. Not like she was trying to kill me, just terrify me. I sorta don't remember much else. Just jumping from same world to same world on a loop. Searching for a way to fix my life.
