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Sanity is a state of mind; it’s the idea of what you perceive as reality. So who am I to say that your reality is wrong, or you are “insane.” Some like their reality, others are stuck within the walls of there mind, doomed to die in the hell of there imagination. Me, I might be alright, or I might not. But my reality, my “sanity”…

I realized something profound today... I hadn't given my ex-wife much thought lately, and then a few weeks ago I had a dream about her. I don't really remember much about the dream except that we were talking, for the first time in years. I woke up and didn't even remember that I dreamt. Then, that afternoon, it just hit me - the haunting memory of that dream and the talk we'd shared. It really upset me. I managed to get out that night and have a good time, but it still bothered me. So over the past few weeks I'd given it thought – just what about it bothered me? Was it our connection, our longevity, our common interests, or how badly