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Thoughts of dreads came and went. I fell asleep to dream. No, not the infinite intestinal maze with red, slimy, pulsating walls forcing me ever-forward. It was worse. I was in my own bed with a big snake. I was tangled in the covers and I couldn’t get away. Flick, flick, serpent kisses to my face. Slither, slither, as coils envelop. I knew it was a dream but I couldn’t wake up. And then I did.
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 6:49 AM UTC
Considering Dread
Thoughts of dreads came and went. I fell asleep to dream. No, not the infinite intestinal maze with red, slimy, pulsating walls forcing me ever-forward. It was worse. I was in my own bed with a big snake. I was tangled in the covers and I couldn’t get away. Flick, flick, serpent kisses to my face. Slither, slither, as coils envelop. I knew it was a dream but I couldn’t wake up. And then I did.
jvbeaupre
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 6:49 AM UTC
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