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[solitary_summer]

There are some dreams... vivid, but so strange that you can't even begin to describe them, because words, unless maybe you were to write a whole novel, just fall flat... my dreams often enough are an all too obvious reflection of real events in my life, but those dreams that bear little or no connection to it (as far as I can see), they're like a glimpse of something... beyond? outside? inside?