dude with moral ocd i hate forbidden words because the second i think of them my brain convinces me i need to whisper them to myself or the world will end

I had a dream last night from Connor’s perspective. It was so clearly just based on my own life but I was Connor Storrie for some reason. He was staying somewhere and ended up befriending this family at the complex who asked him to watch their kid. And then later he ended up going out to this Mediterranean cafe and got spanakopita and chai and a slice of cake and talked to some woman about his work in a vague way because she didn’t recognize him. This is interesting to no one but me, but I had to go to the Palestinian cafe nearby and get the same things today in real life lol so I did. I’m a big believer in giving dreams mystical meanings so this is fun for me in a sort of harrowing way. I don’t believe in psychic connections because I’m not special and the last time I did that I went into psychosis but I do believe my brain is trying to tell me something.

Man……maybe people actually taking “this creepy pasta isnt real right” seriously would heal me…

all i do is stare at the ceiling and hope something magical will happen