From a hurricane of ribbons and a spasm of clouds, she laughed a slow dream. In it, you met a dragon.
I have been having terrible nightmares myself the last few weeks.:( I hope yours stop soon.
My child was kidnapped. Her name was Anna Lise. It was another of those movie dreams, where everything is coherent and dreadful.
Bad dreams portend good things, Abs. Write 'em down.
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