Dream
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Last published Tue, Apr 22, 2014
Dream Dreaming is an extraordinary thing. Sometimes, your dream may seem real. However, there comes a time when you have to wake up. Then, your dream is over and you try to go back to sleep to see if you could continue it. You can't continue it. There are bad dreams, daydreams, and good dreams. There are dreams that captivate you so much, you struggle and try to not wake up. I had a dream. A dream about a boy. About his tattoos and his cigarettes. About the way he smiles and laughs. About everything there is to do with him. The question is, was it a dream, or was it real?
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