Some people say that dreams are just dreams. Nothing, as unsubstantial as mist, dissipating within seconds. Others see them as prophecies, visions of the future, that they need to be analyzed and interpreted to gleam even the smallest details from them. Sammy Sauerteig has decided they are a little bit of both. Sammy always wanted to have all the answers. If she had a dream, the minute she woke up she was searching up the meaning, and she always found reasoning behind them. But then there was one dream she could never quite figure it out. It always came back for her, night, after night, after night. It always went the same way. Until it didn't. And somehow that unsettled Sam more than the dream ever did. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I dug this put of my freshman year English folder on Google Drive and decided to dust it off and make it into something new :) I'm attempting to make it somewhat of a psychological thriller, because that's what awkward freshman me tried to do, thanks for reading!Todos los derechos reservados
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