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Dreams!

Dreams that happen at a familiar place? At a beach, a harbor, a classroom, a teacher, a boy I love and my best friend.

Me, with an illness, a breathing problem, not asthma. The characters are unknown, the teacher, always receive lots of handmade roses. Brown, cause the person who sells the paper roses always sells brown.

I enjoy the time with my friends. We always go to the beach the harbor, the classroom. We will dance together, swim together and play together. The dream, which I cannot remember but in bits and pieces. I can remember a classroom on the harbor.

My friend loves the boy I love, we had been dancing together but a quarrel came up, about what, I don't know. Suddenly, she says she feels like jumping down. I told her she will die but she said its sea below she won't die, she knows how to swim. We looked down, it a platform with lots of sand, the tide is low. I persuaded her and finally, she did not.

Another occasion, I was asked to convey a message, I don't know what. When I found him, my illness starts to act up. He knew of my illness. But he doesn't know how to help me. He screamed for my best friend to help. But, my best friend too, doesn't know what to do. Then, slowly, it stops and that was all I can remember.

If we were blessed to dream, why can't we remember our dreams? If dreams were to be part of us, why can't we have the right to remember? Please God, please, if you can't let all humans remember their dreams. Please let me do so. I would gratefully thank you. I will. They are part of my sweet memory.


Mysterioangel,
A dreamy 'Angel'




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