Thursday, 20 March 2014

Homeless

A very swift and straight forward dream last night. 
I was in a forgein country, no idea which one or how I knew it was. I just knew I was abroad. 

I was homeless and living on the street. I had dirty clothes and I smelt bad. I was totally destitute. As I sat in the street and looked around me, I just started to cry. 

Tears rolling down my face I began to sob. This woke me up. I went back to sleep but had a restless remainder of the night. 

        
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