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*Person came. Black, black dressy clothes Abnormally high heart-rate "Because there is another soul, Sharing your body." "Are you an angel?" I ask No answer. Other people come into the room (a pub in London) and I am distracted a moment. I look back, He's gone. Another room, another man. We kissed. He was soaked in water. A small town, I look over, see a wall. Know it is the edges of my consciousness I jump over. Everything is foggy, broken toys scattered everywhere. grass startlingly green, hills gently rolling, trees scarce. I decide to explore. I fly and find other islands, a great many, some barren Now missiles are shooting at me- The other soul is angry.*
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Dream #2
*Person came. Black, black dressy clothes Abnormally high heart-rate "Because there is another soul, Sharing your body." "Are you an angel?" I ask No answer. Other people come into the room (a pub in London) and I am distracted a moment. I look back, He's gone. Another room, another man. We kissed. He was soaked in water. A small town, I look over, see a wall. Know it is the edges of my consciousness I jump over. Everything is foggy, broken toys scattered everywhere. grass startlingly green, hills gently rolling, trees scarce. I decide to explore. I fly and find other islands, a great many, some barren Now missiles are shooting at me- The other soul is angry.*
A dream I had.
miranda-santoro
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25/F/American
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
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