Tag: Cafe
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A Matter Of Trust
“No, I can’t trust anyone. I can’t even trust myself. I don’t know what to do. Everyone is laughing at me.” The screens solidified into a solid fence around me. The colors blending into each other in a dizzying array. 3,469 words
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-13.01
I’m being interviewed? What a strange dream this is. Okay. The usual questions by a light blue skinned, pale blonde, young girl appearing, really she’s three times my age and more, “reporter”. Favorite foods. (It depends.) Favorite stories. (All blackmail so can’t tell ya.) Any crushes? (Unrequited, each and every one.) She’s getting frustrated because…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-12.01
I’m going to answer the obvious question first. Yes, it’s tagged “dream”, but I was wide awake, aware, and in the middle of… something. Excuse me, I have a smug smirk still attached to my face, gimme a moment to hide it again. Okay. So, I found myself with a split awareness again. Just three…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-09.01
I have two dresses to my name, and the dress I wore in the dream is not one of them. Oh well, it is a special occasion. A friend is stopping by for coffee at the cafe. I suppose I could wear a dress this time, if for no other reason than to turn heads.…