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I had a dream. There was a dachshund sitting in front of me, not just a dachshund but also my family. Looking, laughing, celebrating me. That's never happened before, you see. I had a dream. There was a man, no, two. Maybe three, they kept lizardly eyeing me. I knew they wanted to hurt me, but not hurt me That has happened before, you see. I had a... Dream? There was a dachshund sitting in front of me, yet eagerly running away from my family. Running towards the men, not two, but three, running to show me, these men, they came for me, yet the dachshund stays. That protection has never happened before, you see. I had a dream. The pale-scaled men, racing for the dachshund at my speed. Trembling hands, my family still celebrates, but the main event's running away, I leap, jump fall to save the dachshund as the gun crawls out of their hand, bullet seeping away from the barrel. I wish this had happened, you see. As the men disappeared, dachshund in tow, the silver hit me. I felt it all rush through my fingers, from that preppy piano recital, to my non-existent prom suit. dogs now silenced to pens finally capped. Muted I-do's to the stage lights finally dimmed. and I could call this ocean that swept through my fingers, nothing but relief. Yet waking up, I can find no better words for it than a dream.
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
No Other Words but a Dream
I had a dream. There was a dachshund sitting in front of me, not just a dachshund but also my family. Looking, laughing, celebrating me. That's never happened before, you see. I had a dream. There was a man, no, two. Maybe three, they kept lizardly eyeing me. I knew they wanted to hurt me, but not hurt me That has happened before, you see. I had a... Dream? There was a dachshund sitting in front of me, yet eagerly running away from my family. Running towards the men, not two, but three, running to show me, these men, they came for me, yet the dachshund stays. That protection has never happened before, you see. I had a dream. The pale-scaled men, racing for the dachshund at my speed. Trembling hands, my family still celebrates, but the main event's running away, I leap, jump fall to save the dachshund as the gun crawls out of their hand, bullet seeping away from the barrel. I wish this had happened, you see. As the men disappeared, dachshund in tow, the silver hit me. I felt it all rush through my fingers, from that preppy piano recital, to my non-existent prom suit. dogs now silenced to pens finally capped. Muted I-do's to the stage lights finally dimmed. and I could call this ocean that swept through my fingers, nothing but relief. Yet waking up, I can find no better words for it than a dream.
sounds random until the words actually mean something
#sad#dream#depression#anxiety#suicide
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
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