I was in a world of people and water. We were traveling together to a party. We were separated and I could not find my friends and family. I began to realize that all the water was turning to sand and the land was turning to sand and then big holes began to appear and every thing was getting swallowed up. No one seemed to notice but me.
Do you think I need therapy or a Dream Journal.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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