hawaii?
the dancer

Big Ladybugs
Brightly Colored Skull Necklaces
Faery and Dragon Medalians
Little Children Hallucinations
Parallel faces dragging
collecting trophies and strange happenings
XXII. An Eastern Apologue
DREAMS AND GHOSTS X
Office Affairs
bunking
Contact Lens
Dream Within A Dream
THE LOST CHEQUE
Little Man on the Balcony
Climbing the Tower
Dirty Aaron Dream 2
drugs
bellybutton modification
bike night
hitwoman
but i want to learn calculus!
Oprah
Robert Downey Jr. and the Ceremony
Floating in South Africa
Taking Time to Capture it All

Author: abbyj





Most of it was fuzzy, which is too bad because it was a very good dream. I was at a dance or something; my family was there. I think my friends were, too. I’m not sure. Anyway, there was a guy there, dark hair, handsome, foreign. He had an accent. And he could dance like nothing else. He danced with me, goodness, he could dance. Dance ability is never something I look for in guys, but wow. And then we were sitting at a table: him, my parents, maybe some friends, and we’re talking. He’s talking about a house, a dream house? And he’s talking about me and him living there, and I think it’s really sweet. And it doesn’t occur to me that I just met the guy and in reality it should be creepy.

Abundance

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