My Bipolar Journey

A Prologue to the Rest of My Story

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I dream spectacular dreams and then I wake up only to have them fade in the morning light until there is no memory of them. These are dreams that bridge the gap between ordinary and extraordinary with a little (okay, maybe a lot) of weird mixed in. As I dream, I am whisked away into a world that I cannot control anymore than this one. The sounds, the smells, even the air…