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Dreams


After a long day nothing is better then sleep, only if the dreams you have, are completely sweet. Some people turn the other cheek, but to me, my dreams, they truly speak. I hear them, I feel them, I remember them, so they must be soon to come true, whenever my dreams don't come to life, I feel sad, and blue. But then again, they are dreams not visions, just a creative image to test my sleeping wisdom. Sometimes I dream a big house, or kingdom, maybe a palace, a talkative rabbit. Is it possible to dream if you are insomniac? I hope this wonderful privilege, isn't something they lack.
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