March 2011
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I thought I was the only one
What is with the dream that keeps happening? I have my mouth full of sand or dirt. My teeth break off into millions of never ending pieces. It always happens when I am talking to someone.
And speaking of someone, the people in my dreams, though I know who they are, they never have faces. Instead, they are replaced my washed out watercolor versions of what their faces should be.
I always have...
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