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Dreams Can Be Strange
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Ongoing, First published Jan 27, 2016
A dream is said to be a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep (or so Merriam-Webster's Dictionary says so). Dreams are often interpreted as something that has got to do with your experiences, your personality, and  your dreams. In conclusion, dreams have something to do with your SELF, with the very fibre of your BEING.

And so I welcome you to the wonderfully weird world of my unconscious imagination where the unreal seem so real. To you I say, "Dreams can indeed be strange".


[Note: These stories are based on dreams that actually occurred to me. The problem is that I am not so ready to name any names, so all the names of people here in my real life are switched with pseudonyms -but the names of the random people that are made from my dream remain the same. (-w-)]
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