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These dreams...
Last night, I was to help rescue captured children in a bombed out, post-apocalyptic world. My Guide was a shape-shifting boy of eleven years. He was, in boy form, a skinny, brown-haired boy. Never got his name, and in the dream I trusted him implicitly. His animal form was some sort of dog like animal. I want to say a yorkie, but he was a bit larger than that.
Strange dream because I time shifted in it. There was a point in the dream when I thought to myself, "How did I get here?" and I found myself a few days earlier. I was sitting in the basement of a ruined building, talking to the boy that would be my guild.
Strange, strange dreams of heroics and daring do. Strangest thing? In the dream, I was Bags and I looked like Tim.
Strange dream because I time shifted in it. There was a point in the dream when I thought to myself, "How did I get here?" and I found myself a few days earlier. I was sitting in the basement of a ruined building, talking to the boy that would be my guild.
Strange, strange dreams of heroics and daring do. Strangest thing? In the dream, I was Bags and I looked like Tim.
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