Today I dreamt I spun a silk red thread to make a rope that helped me climb this huge foreboding [seemingly inverted, up is the new down] tower. When I got to the bottom, I emerged on the top floor with the view of my empty desolate [I know I didn't need to breathe in there but when I tried to, the air just seemed to choke me] dreamlandscape.
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Yeah, I hate the way a falling dream does that. ):
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