Precognitive Dreams
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•What if you start dreaming about a future event and that ends up happening in real life?
•Why did I choose this theme?
I know what it feels to have a glimpse of future event in your dreams. So I guess I can express the feelings more better.
•Does the view shown in this story depict the author's mindset?
All the views shown in this story are truly fictional. This story is just for entertainment.
Resemblance to any other book is purely coincidental.
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