last night. a christmas tree in my room with shiny bright things that i am undressing. each of them gives out a ticking sound that scares me into running out of the house as i realise that each of them is a bomb. as i race out the tree explodes- every thing is still shaking as i walk back into the apartment only to find that nothing remains. i still can see the room, empty and barren, and can still feel the sadness of losing something beautiful.
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if u r really woried abt ur dreams then u can try reading " the interpretation of dreams" by Segmund Freud, that is if u ahve already not read it earlier. if u want i do have a soft copy of it.
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