Dreams

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I was 5 when I started to have these weird dreams about a man.

I'm standing near a window inside the orphanage looking at the playground outside, the moon shinning high above giving a calming bluish light on the surrounding. I was admiring its beauty when my gaze landed on one of the swings, seated with his back facing me was a man. "Is that a wing on his back?" I whispered in shock. I ran outside to the playground wanting a good look at him, but when I got outside he was already a few feet above the ground "I'll come for you Mark, wait for me?" the man said as he rose up to the sky towards the moon. "Who are you?" I asked. "You know who I am."

I was awakened from the dream when the church bell of the orphanage rang, a signal that it is time to get up.

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