I didn't sleep well last night. I saw your face in a crowd and you were trying to talk to me. I couldn't hear what you were saying. Then there was script that came onto the front of this picture and the scene became a postcard. I was reading what you were saying. You were calling out to me and I couldn't hear you. And I couldn't reach you, you were fading. I became sad and tormented.
This dream woke me up with a sense of dread. I wish I could rid myself of images from sleep. This one kept me awake for some time. Mind talk in the middle of the night blows. ;-(
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This one is haunting. no analysis, but just very haunting and sad.
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