Last night I dreamt of a love story in the bayou. I've never been there, only experienced it second-hand, but there were wetlands and rivers and the air smelled spicy and damp. The girl lived in a house built into a tree. The boy had just moved in down the street and was trying to escape his wretched life. They saved each other from the perils of their parents. I woke before they could even share their first kiss.
Sometimes I wonder why I dream in cinematics. From where did these plots come? Could I be seeing the lives of others? Are my dreams really cross-dimensional visions of unknown worlds? Or am I over exaggerating again? They feel so real. Every time I wake up I long to go back to them, and on the off-chance I do fall asleep again the dreams pick up in the exact same time line. If only I could meet these characters that parade around in my head all night. Their sweetness keeps my breath from me. Maybe they would be sympathetic to the bizarre circumstances of my life and personality.
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