Dreams
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Everyone around me continues to barricade the windows and padlock the doors. Curiously, they are most concerned with stuffing towels into every crack and crevice they find. I stand there watching them in wonderment. “Okay, we must be trying to keep something out. A gas??” Someone looks back at my frozen self, “What are you
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It was a long day full of typical Sunday errands. It is always so stressful driving around in city traffic, from one place to another. On top of that, it was a relentless humid and steamy summer day in July. By the time I got home, sticky with sweat and tired from heat exhaustion, I
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Dreams really do reflect how you’re feeling, but never in the way you expect them to.
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It’s not everyday you dream of being married to Gene Hackman.
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It was just another family tradition. Although, one may say, a bit unusual. Repeated year after year, for as long back as anyone can remember, our family has always fed Aunt Martha. At least that is what we called her. She wasn’t really an Aunt at all – in fact she wasn’t even human. Aunt
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I imagine if I were to ever take drugs, I’d have similar visions that come alive in my dreams. This is why I don’t do drugs. During my childhood, my Mom had always enjoyed having life-sized dolls placed in various rooms. They would either be sitting innocently on armchairs or creepily standing in corners. I’m
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It was a shabby apartment, but that isn’t why I left him. I looked around our small studio and stared at the once vibrant paisley wallpaper. Now faded and torn, it exposed a dirty green wall that probably once lit up this room with the sunlight. I imagine it became dull quite quickly. I looked
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Her mother hired me. She was a put-together woman- successful, polished, proper and kind. I met the Father once. He seemed sweet but then again, I only saw him that one time. I approached their massive and elegant house the first day, looking for the side door they said I could enter. Their Airbnb guests
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I woke up, realizing I was suspended in a net hundreds of feet above the ground. Alarming, no? Down below, I could barely make out a courtyard we were so high up. It was lined with trees, sprawled pathways, and a glamorous fountain was positioned in the center. However, an abyss of darkness surrounded the
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I was falling asleep when the faint outline of a door appeared on my ceiling. I was thinking of what I had to do the next day, when I started to notice it. The outline was blurry though. I was falling asleep- maybe it wasn’t actually there. No, there was definitely a door on my
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