Dreaming of Nightmares
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At that my eyes snapped open, and there he was. The British exchanged student Emily was telling me about, and let me tell you she wasn’t exaggerating. He’s gorgeous in a way that no one should be allowed. His dark blue polo shirt hugged his body in the most delicious way possible and the dark washed out jeans were hanging dangerously low on his hips. A head of messy, short, ink black hair; the kind of hair that makes people want to run their hand through it. Huge, baby blue eyes, with lashes so long that girls would kill for; that I would kill for.
But I don’t have time to debate on the unfairness of him having gorgeous long lashes because those beautiful blue eyes scan across the room and then land on me, suddenly making me regret waking up so late.
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When you go to bed what do you wish to dream about? Do you want to dream about a vacation in Hawaii or getting hot and heavy with your celebrity crush? Do you want to ride a unicorn or your wedding day? Normal people wish for happy dreams; Julie wishes that she just didn't dream. Lately every dream that Julie has had ranged from makes-me-want-to-puke disturbing to if-that-dream-was-real-I'd-be-in-the-morgue. All these dreams make her question her sanity all while trying to keep up a normal facade of normality for her family. Do these dreams have any significance or are they her one way ticket to the nut house?
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