I dreamt of many "stories." Not the full story acted out in my mind, but as if they were little objects, tangible little pods or bubbles in the air. They were my life, they were what I repeated in my head, and they felt bad.
But a voice in my head were saying they were good, but don't think of them, they are good, but don't repeat them, they are good, but forget them...
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