Dear Dreamviews
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, 05-15-2011 at 02:39 PM (940 Views)
I see myself on a beautiful bright green hill near a rocky mountain. I am sitting at a desk, writing with a quill.
I fly into my body. I am now using a touch pad and a stylus.
I write thusly:
Dream Dreamviews,
If I should die before I wake, whatever. I have thee soul, my own soul to take. I would now like to eat some cake.
Love,
Nomad
I throw it in the air, and blast it with a rifle.
I fall asleep in the chair for a second, and it breaks. Raven appears.
Nomad? What are you doing?
I was trying to be immortal, but apparently, I already am.