The Dreamer
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Last published Thu, Jun 16, 2016
There's a difference between the way the human brains work during the day and at night. Stories about humans at night have been around forever. So how do u know what's real and what's not? The answer is you don't. Just like we will never prove some things dreams are different, unexplainable. Im gonna tell u my story. Like everyone else I dreamt some nights and others I woke up only remembering darkness. Things started to change for me when i turned 16.
going around me. That smell would have been weird but it's the middle of summer who doesn't have a campfire? I can feel the wind blowing into my arms but only cause I had left the window open. Ever since I was a kid I could never sleep with the window open. I had to feel the cold air if I was too hot I wouldn't sleep at all that night.
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