Bizarre Dreams Recollection

Bizarre Dreams Recollection

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If you are curious as to what happens in my screwed-up mind during sleep, then you should read this. Or if you're just bored and want a quick read of something random, you can read this too. This has no plot, just crap written on an empty Word Document. I will continue updating this with every bizarre dream that I have. Provided that I still remember them when I wake up. Which I have got to admit is really rare. But they still do happen for me once in a blue moon. :) No alterations were involved with every recount. Comments and opinions are welcome. And no, I am not lying or fabricating the truth in any sort of way so please do not accuse me of doing so. My mind is just fucked up that way. :)
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***SAMPLE!*** There's a prophecy - a prophecy holding the fate of two worlds. On the edge of Lilah's field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the worlds will be gone. The Oracle tells me that I am bound to the prophecy. That I cannot alter or change it. That I'm destined to be greater than what I am, but I already knew that. I've known that since the age of five. Now, can you guess who needs to die? Death doesn't bother me. I will let the world burn if it means achieving my goals - because with every lick of the whip; he tore my flesh raw, as his laughter rang through the mansion, and my screams disturbed the heavens. No one cared to help, no one listened - definitely not the Gods. So why should I? ._. Eldora. A world woven together by magic. Cloaked in darkness and chaos, sin, and deceit. Where no one is innocent; where both hands - and teeth - drip with the blood of others. And there is her. A lone wolf, watching the world tear itself apart. Watching the chaos, the death, the destruction as she fights a far greater war, within her. What's right and wrong? What's considered good and evil? Where does she stand in this enteral mystery, we call a universe? Coated in darkness and pain, she questions the meaning of life and death, and her purpose in this world of infinite possibilities. She finds only one answer: REVENGE. WARNING - Contains abuse, suicidal thoughts, intense trauma, and erotic scenes. Please do not read if this is heavily triggering for you!

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