

Falling Dreams Are The WorstFalling dreams are the worst.Falling Dreams Are The Worst
I stood on the edge of the roof thinking about my falling dreams. The wind blew hard, as it often does when you're in circumstances that lead you to jump off a skyscraper. My falling dreams started about eight months ago, and I'd always thought they were the worst kind of dream. For me, those kinds of dreams were the ones that would result in cold sweats, wet pillows, and the eventual need to keep a dry dishrag on the nightstand, maybe some kind of alcohol. No rational discussion with my brain would calm it down; I'd end up staying up the entire rest of the
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"My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I'll wear my scars."
~AFI "Malleus Maleficarum"
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