| tonights_dream | ||
| sameolme |
I and my friends are soldiers, a remnant of some shattered army. We are working our way home trying to keep out from underneath the wheels of gigantic machines. We laugh as we dive out of it's path, My dog is overjoyed at the promise of home and races miles out in front of us. We must stop often to loosen the soil where the immense trucks have compressed it. I have a superb tilling tool which does a fine job of the work, very sharp tines that slice bricks like deviled eggs. My dog returns, bringing with him the smell of home, we really are getting close now. |
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| sameolme | That worked, writing down the dream in the middle of the night might be the best way for me to remember them. I'll try to keep doing that. | 070419 |