Dreams and Pink. I often wonder if we are truly alone during one of my psychotic episodes. Where I hallucinate flowers in a dreamy world, which is heavenly until my brain signifies our lower dimensionality. A sign of Hell, where the flowers may be speaking but my inner demons may be torturing. It's a purgatory. I often see that whether or not we are truly alone, it is a possible scary indication indeed similar to a vase or face quote. In which if there were a perspective whether or not the face may be Hell, I would rather see the vase for it is the complete opposite of Hell. A heaven many wanted to be in after they die. Including me, myself, and I. A reality that may be possible and fully scares me but relieves me once I enter Heaven. However, just a reminder that heavenly angels still works and still do to prevent anyone from going there in our present world.