somehow i think we're all related though it seems so disparate at the time, at times it feels there is no separation, that the separation is illusion, dangerous but unreal. and then i think but we all have our own reality too. the book i'm reading about a kid who escapes a cult and says something about it in the train station to his girlfriend and she stops dead in her tracks crying and he's still walking and talking and notices as if in a dream i feel that way when i say something about what happened to me that seems like from a dream that i'm relating from back there in the same dream. when i go about dreaming in the community with a dog i know the dog is providing cover and also dreaming with me.