O hai, this is just my dream journal, I suppose. The feel and such all seems so much better than Microsoft Word, so I have to thank you for that, DreamViews.
"We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it." ~ James Matthew Barrie I saw a man dressed in reddish rags sitting on a street corner. Brown was the color of his hair and eyes, and his skin was fairly filthy. He had a life, a wife, two children, but all were gone. He never bothered to tell how he lost it all. He just looked at me and flipped a coin. This was mega depressing. Alas, alas, it was only a fragment. It also was so realistic, even when it comes to being like reality that I didn't notice it was a dream. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with this one.