Are elves real? Is it possible to befriend them? I've

my broner for that picture is very real.

i gotta recurring dream for you right now pal, and i don't think you're going to like it. Yeah elves are real baby.... oh yeah.....

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They were

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Yeah dog in one of my most realistic dreams I went to thought-form elf city that lay to the west of my town.

This dream was very vivid and full of divine, spectacular truths.

Quantum physics has taught us that the act of observing actually changes that which is observed.

These beings were able to harness this effect somehow and amplify it.

I remember walking up to a digital screen of some sort and seeing a picture on it. It was interesting, so I looked down at my notebook to record the details.
When I looked back up, the picture was totally different! But it was still interesting so I looked down at my notebook again because I wanted to capture it.
When I looked back up, the scene of the moment was gone. Eternally gone.
Okay, so like a good autist I realized I had to memorize as many details as possible on the screen before looking down again.
I looked at a new scene. My brain distinguished a handful of details. Like 4 or 5 "things," and then it was overexerted. Much to my surprise, no matter how man shapes or things my brain distinguished, I could never capture the picture in its entirety!
Like a fractal, there was always a new set of "things" created on the periphery of my vision. Self generated forms, with potential for infinite complexity. It was always one step ahead of me. Perhaps eternally.
This blew me away right then and there, and when I looked at the screen again, I saw in huge, magnificent glowing letters:
I, GOD, WANT TO CREATE.

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Then I met a dainty blue elf girl.
She was blue. With pointy ears.

Fair complexioned, she looked about 16 years old.
I asked her how old she was.
She said she was 26.
I was shocked. I was 20 at the time and I looked so much older than her.

She told me "I was told there would be a poisoned boy in the area."
I stood up taller and said "That is me. I grew up poisoned, but I stopped all of that about 2 years ago."
This was a half truth. I had indulged freely in various vices for certain spans during that time period.

It was as if my half-lie gave off a frequency that repulsed her.
She saw through it immediately, and she turned away from me as if I hurt her just by the way I was speaking.
It gave me the impression that these people live a very fine, ethereal sort of existence.

Then her boyfriend showed up and she hugged him. I looked away to be polite, and then when I looked back at them again, they had both completely changed, just like the picture had. Their old selves were gone, and they were now different beings from when I had first observed them.