Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Cold & Shaking

“I don’t know why, but it is harder for me to get to my own doctor appts.

Had to get to MRI’s this morning.

First of all, I am no longer ok in the morning.

You could say it’s because I don’t get to sleep until around 2am or so, but my internal biorhythms are altered.

And I won’t detail the diffuculty, but once I got into the hospital where everything was shutdown to minimum operations on the weekend, I had to request wheelchair assistance to help me get checked in and settled into the correct waiting room properly.

The anxiety crush meltdown of gratefully accepting a wheelchair to be shuttled more quickly and safely than my legs and increasing disorientation could take me was alarming.

But there was a kind, older lady that I helped get confirmed in her own location, and she extended to me saying, ” Always ask for a wheelchair in the airport,” confidingly – as I just about broke into tears for needing the darn thing.”

A Woman's Plight

Closure

She met her new intended love briefly in the dreamworld, and it felt good but odd to let her heart begin shifting so strongly to this man she could barely see and little yet knew.

He receeded back into the fog to give her space to process, and she found herself working with a Hispanic family, trying to help figure out their complicated washing machines to get their many loads going.

But then, their matriarch unexpectedly wrapped her in a playful-yet-strong bear hug from behind and began tickling her mercilessly as one of her own, giving official release from assigned labors.

With them both laughing so hard way beyond norms of society, she desperately struggled until she could get free of the matriarch’s grip, and took her happy, grateful leave of them.

Next, she found herself on a college campus, meeting her ex who seemed open to their patching things back together.

She chatted with him and could feel that old, heavy pendulum swinging back up its usual arc into false hope before it would guillotine back down again and woosh into loss’s tragedy.

When she ran out of things to say as the two of them continued walking for far too long back to an apartment that they were cleaning, she realized that he only spoke in response to her subject comments, never offering more or other topics, nor expanding.

That cold, sickening feeling of flat gray silence returned, and as they arrived, she began disconnecting as passed him while he paused in the hallway.

“You’re not really wanting to continue this, are you?” she asked, daring to finally blast through the lies of his playing along to the contrary.

Then she stopped and turned, looking right at him for the truth, and he at last clearly admitted, “I think that’s obvious, don’t you?”

Turning away again to heavily lift her feet up the stairs, she wondered at all of the years that he’d just played along – and shoved at the pain that his walled-off company had created in her, and that sense of being in a.suffocation chamber she could never break out of.

But at last the illusions were shattering, and his dream self was finally releasing her.

Looking around the disarrayed room, she realized that this time, she could leave another’s self-created mess far behind her.

A Return To Innocence, In Dreams, Where Demons Tread

Birds Of A Feather (Dear Friend,)

I see you ever-awakening
When falling back get up

I see you ever-evolving
Finding after losing self

Over and over I witness
Refashioning reclaiming

My past loves’ glimpses
Always fell asleep again

Resenting as resisting my
Pleading then demanding

For their remembering
To my detriment’s ends

It feels like succumbing to
Getting pulled into Maw’s

Relentless tractor beams’
Only recourse after death

Losing who I was before
And always wanted to be

Will you remember me if
We get swallowed whole?

Would you reach for me
However far I would go?

Dive in after me so deep
We’d reemerge elsewhere

Maybe not as who we were
But able to become more?

Would you remember
So that I could forget

As share eased vigilance’s
Soothing by salted sweat?

I need to give up this fight
Yet afraid I’ll lose identity

Negative reinforcements
Need program rootkitting

Inability to trust the process
Creates a faze-like madness

Would you be the one
I could ever rely upon

Just as I would provide for
Your needs in any weather?

Could we own and redefine
What it means to be together?

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Logic That Bi***!

“The injuries are becoming a psychological hindrance as they do not fade – but, in fact, become more insistent and prevalent.

The mind cannot help but panic when experiencing increasing complication impulses – yet, it must struggle to overcome meltdown shutdowns while seeking a newly defined pragmatism.

For it makes sense that as more systems reboot, extent of prior damages becomes ever more clear – and that system overload would increase as additional jagged impulses are seeking to be added to healing’s reintegration.”

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Even-Keeled

“Means something entirely different in seeking balance when one’s boat is flipped, and staying submerged in water’s engulfing suction seems to be the end result, anyway  (unrelenting) – especially when one’s sea legs are no longer stable above surface in sailing.”

Comedy, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Looking For My Hair Tie

“Already in the bathroom, I did not want to leave to go get my hair tie, just to come back again – so I got another.

Once I returned to where I thought I’d left it, but typing on my phone having let thought of it go after task completion, irritating pressure on my wrist made me look:

It had been there the entire time!”