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So my dream last night was weirdly real.
It started off with me in the Renaissance running from people or something. Then I rushed into this old grey and black chapel with the prettiest blue and red stained glass with the tiniest hint of gold, it was sunset and the glass was making this large colorful circle on the ground, the pews were covered in dust and so was the stone flooring. I found at the end of the aisle was a man with light blond hair reaching his shoulders but tied back, wearing this pure black royal like suit. I went to yell at him, I remember having something to important to say but before I could he turned towards me with these glowing blue eyes cutting me off he said: “ would you dance with me, my lady?” and before I even replied he had my hand, we began ballroom dancing all through the chapel and I remember being extremely calm and happy even though I was panicked moments before. He was smiling and he kept doing spins, I always loved to spin, he even lifted me off the ground a few times, there was orchestra music playing yet there was no orchestra. At some point, the music faded into the ending of “she used to be mine” (this was like a queue that the dream was ending) and when the song was dying off we stopped dancing, he then bowed and just like that I felt as if my heart broke. I heard “In here!” the door slammed open I tried to grab him but instead I woke up crying.
so if anybody can decode this shit, I would appreciate it.
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Writing to your dream reader is almost like writing why am i here? or why do i even write? Well i did answer this in my first challenge but then how is this different. I couldn’t come up with any answers and so i decided not to write a blog today or just write that i don’t have one, then i read some blogs thanks to the ‘Hello neighbor’ task and took a sigh of relief, I’m not the only one who’s…
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The only dreams I remember from a child were those where I was flying or swimming
The mind is nothing you use. The mind is just there. It is like the wind. You simply feel its movements.
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World