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What are dreams supposed to be? A vision? Something to torture or perhaps a small look into the future? Will anyone ever know, or is it just going to be a mystery until the world ends?
Perhaps they don't mean anything. Some believe its what we want to happen to us in reality. But really, does life work out the way we want it to...? For us or anyone?
A dream of my own one night.
A girl, about the age of sixteen was standing in a pitch black room, a single circle of silver light surrounding her. If you looked both ways, you would see absolutely nothing.
The girl had blood red hair covered literally with blood. I somehow knew underneath all that blood her hair was silver. Red streaks of tears were coming down her face.
The girl took away her hands and I knew right there, she was crying blood...
 esist · Sun Oct 18, 2009 @ 07:57am · 0 Comments |
