Vivid Dreams
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Do you have goals in life? Have you already accomplished them? If not, have you ever thought about what you would do once you did?
There was once a woman who had accomplished all of her goals, and at a very early age. She was not at all content, everything was boring and it felt as if she no longer had a purpose in life. Until she had a new dream.
It's a dream, the kind you have when you sleep. There was something strange about it though, it was incredibly vivid. In this dream were seven children all alone, what does she do when she could dream nothing but this?
This was a dream I had when I was seven years old, and so I decided to write it as a story. I wrote it down when I was young but my writing was kind of indecipherable, so I rewrote it. This is the result:
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