nepenthean's Diaryland Dream Diary

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Knock knock

I found myself on the porch of the moss' home one night, but no one was home. It was/wasn't their home. It was, but the porch and entryway were different. I entered. So many memories. Not sure why I dreamed of their home. I miss them. I kind of hate it when even in dreams, deceased people are absent. I can't even see you in my dreams.

7:58 p.m. - 2014-11-09

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