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If dreams are only that — just dreams then why, when I wake from one where I was perfectly at peace, do I long to return to it, like a child pressing his face against the glass, flipping through the jukebox songs, searching for the one he’d pay to hear again? And when I cannot go back when the dream slips beyond reach why does it feel as though I’ve been robbed of an immense and fortune?
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
Dream
If dreams are only that — just dreams then why, when I wake from one where I was perfectly at peace, do I long to return to it, like a child pressing his face against the glass, flipping through the jukebox songs, searching for the one he’d pay to hear again? And when I cannot go back when the dream slips beyond reach why does it feel as though I’ve been robbed of an immense and fortune?
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
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