Toxic Positivity and Saccharine and the Impact On Wellbeing

It wasn't much of a dream One of comeuppance and vengeful acts Having been taken for a fool, I heard the truth when the phone was failed to be hung up (dream), I am annoying (true bit) but the dream let me hear someone say 'this is annoying'. Fury! Not at hearing the truth but that I'd been mislead and saccharined into tranquility. False friendship. I don't even want to hear a fake 'hmm' - let me be a hermit (my over reaction to any inconvenience) rather than be placated Now I don't know who is getting the comeuppance or being vengeful but I can tell you in this dream I did something I'd be not at all proud of on reflection - I gathered up jigsaws they'd lent me and some pieces fell out of the box but I didn't check if I found them all before mailing them back... I mean how do brains come up with this stuff? I imagine Tarantino should be given a call... I don't want to find jigsaw pieces lying around and I don't tolerate fake friendliness, it's insidious, it's not thinking about how you feel but how to regurgitate words to gain favour I mean who likes regurgitation as a means of sustenance (~ bee's and that's genuine honey - let's agree to let them keep it) In the pit of my stomach lies rocks and stones For it was cut open whilst I slept So I'd sleep soundly (Not to free goats or grandma's) The answer lies on the lost jigsaw pieces I mailed the jigsaw back - no picture for reference But I keep finding the lost pieces - but they crumble as they are made of saccharin Crumbling pieces of saccharin making me sick The sickly sweet saccharine dust makes the rocks that lie at the pit of my stomach Sweeteners are poison to me I'd need to tidy this up for Tarantino and my dreams might be influenced by watching Jesus Christ Superstar last night at the theatre A real friend would tell me I'm not the Messiah, but that's a different show