Last night (or this morning) I recalled a dream that I previously had, it's almost the exact same with a few differences. I'm in a town area, it's the middle of a zombie Apocalypse or something (cliché right?) and I'm trying to find somewhere to hide. I navigate through the location and find a locked door to a house, which I manage to open (memory is bad but only a few things are remembered. I find myself in a room with a folding door. If you know what I mean, now I'm not sure if I am the person or just an overseer, but I feel what they feel and think what they think. |
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“It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
- I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday. [Stolen from I can't remember where]
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