I had a dream about going into an old faded shop (the dream was interesting in itself, but this is neither the time nor place to talk about it) and woke up after it. I went to my desk and got some paper and a pen because I decided I should write about the dream. I wrote it down (I could write & read fine), and as I wrote 'It had a faded door', I turned to my brother who had opened my bedroom door and was talking to me. As I looked back, instead of reading 'It had a faded door' it read, in my handwriting still, 'They leave in the sense of the body but they never die.' I thought 'Wow! Is this what my hand wrote when I wasn't thinking?' The scene started to fade and I realised this must have been a false awakening and woke up, for real this time. |
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