Perhaps
a poem and a hope
In this deep slumber the stars circled the sky over days, months, years, millennia. Perhaps when she awakes the fire, the nightmares, they will be gone.
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Hi I’m Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and there are a few things that make my dreams really weird — am I the only one? There’s factors like the weather being too hot, or if I have caffeine too late into the day, even if I have a really full meal. The funniest is simply that I’d done too many things that day and it was too much of an adventure for me, like my little mind needs all night to re-hash and relive all that happened to me, but in the most nonsensical manner ever. Is it just me? Is this my special little magic, or a key human experience that we all secretly don’t talk about, like dreaming about losing teeth for no good reason? Let me know in the comment section!
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