Dreams are so personal, yet impersonal. Forcing into subdued light the corners of your mind that might otherwise be forgotten.

I enjoy my dreams. They display my heart and mind more plainly than I ever do in my waking hours.

And I just lost an hour of sleep.

Shit.

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