I had the school setting dream last night. It was the same as always, with the mixed buildings of all my past schools. We hung mostly around the portables. This dream was special because it took one of my special beliefs and defended it, in the dream. I was magical. I spun around and around, until I was hovering in the air. It was... beautiful. I caught the eyes of the boys I wanted. But all that wasn't what I wanted to remark about. My belief is that we all have souls. In the dream, I could see my soul, imprisoned but when I told the teachers they said I was crazy. They took me away from my soul. I can't remember why my Dad was there but I tried to convince him and then when I took him to the place where my soul was, his soul was trapped there too, with two parts of my soul. It was so painful. ( Ah, and he didn't believe me either) All those teachers yelling but the magic of being able to float and see my soul took the pain away when I woke up. I cannot describe how it felt to float in that dream, except to say it was magical. It was so magical.
I love my dreams. If I could live there, I would. There is so much beauty and love. I wish that I could let people into that world.... wrap them up in a blanket and sit by a fire. It would be unraveling in front of their eyes, sparkling and vibrant. How lovely... despite it's faults, there is beauty in my soul
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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