fuck what a dream
well i was dead everyone was and /tulpa/ was a graveyard for tulpamancers a fenced piece of land with graves. but everyone was still around as invisible spirits and the living came to ask us questions. also among the dead there was great debate what the graves should look like, someone said its very important for the community to have decent gravestones and decoration on the graves with flowers. my grave had no decorations but a big white gravestone that said 'prince jugashvili' that's stalin's real name. i knew this wasnt my gravestone but thought it as funny. also even though we were invisible floating ghosts we could touch stuff. i was carrying left over fencing wire from the fence around the graveyard. it was hard to pick up because i had no hands and no body but somehow worked. yakumo was ripping out flowering tulips from Alice's grave i thought wtf but he seemed to know what he was doing. dunno how i knew it was him because he was invisible like anyone. so some living tranny tulpamancer came that looked like a pink cartoon rabbit and kept talking to me yada yada i have this and that mental illness and take this and that medication but it doesn't help what do. i said i mainly take ethanol, you know drink alcohol. i thought that was incredibly funny. then i woke up