She was quiet by nature and fell easily in love. Since the plane crash and rescue she had dreams that she had died. The dreams were strange, her fourth grade teacher was delivering her eulogy, using an overhead projector to talk about her struggles with the capital Q in cursive.
In another dream she awoke to find herself in a coffin. It was eerily silent, and she beat on the top of the wood until her hands started to bleed. Just when she felt that she couldn't bear the feeling any longer that her body and mind would be ripped into a thousand distinct pieces, she remembered that she had died, and drifted back into a peaceful sleep.
In another dream she awoke to find herself in a coffin. It was eerily silent, and she beat on the top of the wood until her hands started to bleed. Just when she felt that she couldn't bear the feeling any longer that her body and mind would be ripped into a thousand distinct pieces, she remembered that she had died, and drifted back into a peaceful sleep.
dreams are strange, scary and sometimes wonderful...even endearing..
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