It's two years from now, and I'm lying in the road in the afternoon. It opens up and embraces me, taking me in. I remain asleep. The dream ends.
I don't know.
On another note, there was a good mist falling this evening, and it felt really nice and cold on my skin.
I wouldn't put too much thought into that dream, plenty can happen in two years. Or Hell, put thought into it, you've got two certified years of being alive. Thats more than most in this field.
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