dreams ARE fantasy
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Last published Tue, Oct 11, 2016
.Every living thing on this earth doesn't exit.
The Concept of dreaming is delisional
We were our special night clothing and lay awake but not dead
Then we fall into a gaze not ever remembering our dreams clearly enough to tell it
Then hulosenating In to a never ending coma
Not only do we preform this ritual once
But for the rest of our life's
"Dreams arnt real, and they will never be real, GROW UP"
That's what they tell you
But
They don't know.
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