An original story inspired by a dream I had some years ago. I was walking at night where I use to live up north in Michigan, down train tracks outside of town because a voice was telling me too. This is the best interpretation of that dream that I can remember . . . dreams are hard.
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Sometimes I have dreams, My memory of these dreams aren't always clear and the stories tend to be a bit jumpy, a lot of these happen because I ate ice cream before bed.
NOTE all names and locations have been changed for safety purposes