In my dream, I walk down the alley and there I saw a friend who came to me and told me that she saw them...
"Them" is a mystery as the word has triggered many faces inside of me who I know and will probably avoid to see or to touch...in this moment in time...in my dream...I wonder why dreams are becoming so vivid and reality becoming so washed out, or is it the vice versa...I wonder and wonder as I slowly walk away again from my dream and start to hear the annoying phone alarm that won't stop, like magic, I am back to my room...Was it the effect of my whisky that I had the night before...
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