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Prose I was breathing in the muggy air... the night seemed to fade a little bit more. This afternoon I dreamt of a man, a man who sold lives. I walked up to the man and asked if he had a normal life to sell me. He looked and found two lives that were fairly normal. The first one was a new born baby boy that preferred not to be a boy. The second was a balding accountant in his late 30s, but before I chose... the dream suddenly ended. I awoke to discover I was living in reality.
You have such interesting dreams...I, too, would like to meet a man who could sell me a normal life. Like your other Ponderings, this is odd and thought-provoking. I'm enjoying the tour.