Dream Of Me
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Dernière publication ven., juin 8, 2018
"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes." -Neil Gaiman
Have you ever had a dream that seemed real? So real that you felt every little thing, you remembered every word? Then you woke up, and you knew that it wasn't
What if you didn't wake up?
What if you didn't know?
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