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          • January 15, 2012 1:08 am
            I passed out at some point and had the dream again. I was the tree in the backyard. All my thoughts were little birds that sang in my branches. The wind blew through me and my mind flew in a million directions away. Yet, something remained, smiling and watchful. I saw the old house. I saw the lights come on and turn off. I saw the glow of the TV. I saw the lives come and go and everything become very quiet. I heard a train in the distance. Two birds in a nest. The new moon shining clean through me.

            I passed out at some point and had the dream again.

            I was the tree in the backyard. All my thoughts were little birds that sang in my branches. The wind blew through me and my mind flew in a million directions away.

            Yet, something remained, smiling and watchful.

            I saw the old house. I saw the lights come on and turn off. I saw the glow of the TV. I saw the lives come and go and everything become very quiet. I heard a train in the distance. Two birds in a nest. The new moon shining clean through me.

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            6. thedailydoodles said: On the bus the other day I was so so tired and kept having very weird dreams… each dream had the same POV of where I was actually sitting on the bus in reality, but the people around me kept changing and it was strange so yeah thats it sorry.
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