Dreams Are My Reality
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  • Parts 26
  • Time 1h 34m
  • Reads 236
  • Votes 40
  • Parts 26
  • Time 1h 34m
Complete, First published Feb 29, 2016
My best friend Joy inspired this sort of dream journal! Total credit to her for this idea. XD I don't recommend reading this if you can't handle, like, gore and violence. I probably won't have, like, any extreme language things. But I may be descriptive with the gore and violence. 

Welcome to my mind. You might wanna leave before you get lost too. Hehehe.... XD

Somehow #757 in spiritual. XD Um, wow?
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over