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The Dime
Last night was another night that my dreams decided to reach in deeper and fuck with my emotional chemicals, instead of just letting it naturally happen through imagery. There was nothing about the dream that should have left me so beaten-down, sad and bitter. I flew over a glimmering bay, and in the distance was a tall mountain that looked like it had been painted onto the sky. I looked behind me, over the ridge of the shore, and I saw a rotating willow tree, filled with glowing angel wings.

It's not just unexpected reactions to the dreams. I honestly wake up feeling like something was messing around deep inside me.