It had been 3 months now, of the dream. The same dream, over and over, each night. My father had taken me to doctors and physicians and all sorts of places, but no one knew. My father keeps telling me it's just a dream, but this one doesn't feel like it. You don't remember dreams after you wake up, you can't feel pain in dreams, but in this one I can. The scariest part though, my mother is there. My mother is there, she tells me she's been there my whole life! But that's not true.
My mother is dead...
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FantasyWhat of your dreams could be real? Would you trust them? What it reality could be fake? Would you wish it wasn't? What if you could choose where to live? And the only words it took where I do
