I saw him every night in my dreams. I had no idea who he was but he was always there. Sometimes it was nice because it was something I knew would never change, but I was wrong. The man in my dreams was standing in front of me, bagging my groceries.
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Dreams
I saw him every night in my dreams. I had no idea who he was but he was always there. Sometimes it was nice because it was something I knew would never change, but I was wrong. The man in my dreams was standing in front of me, bagging my groceries.