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last night i had the old dream again. the one where i'm walking on a dirt road somewhere by the ocean and the sun is setting and cotton from the cottonwood trees are in the air blowing about by the breeze. as i'm walking i can feel the pebbles and earth shift beneath my feet and i can hear crickets and the sound of the leaves waving in the trees. every now and then the ghost of a friend or a family member would walk up from the shore and walk alongside me, telling me a story from when they were alive. a happy story, a sad story, a story of regret or triumph. "don't forget. don't forget" they would warn me. and as i kept walking the old song would come back and still another ghost would hold my hand and tell me "don't forget. don't forget" and the old song would grow louder and louder. but, unlike last time, i'm not afraid not anymore.