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Dreams

When exhausted or stressed, dreams are an outlet, perhaps. Or a way to express. Or a warning (?).

In less than 2 hours, I've undergone close to death experience when trying to learn about content writing. I was successful in the learning but accidents, which can happen anytime, were what made me miserable and made me uneasy.

I've woken up to a cool January afternoon. My nephew's hand constantly touches me while he sleeps beside me seeking reassurance.

I am happy that I am no longer in pain. Can dreams connect people? Or are mine a sign of things to come?

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