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A dream

Blog #8

Because the weather was so undesirable, he could not leave his small apartment for the day. He felt the whole town sleeping. Therefore, he lied on his bed listening to the faint buzzing sound of the heater slowly dozing off into his world. He could see himself from the ceilings perspective, only he was awake. The dream started pretty ordinary; just him taking on the his typical daily routines. It was yesterday. He woke up, got dressed, made some coffee, and brushed his teeth before leaving to go work then to see Victor. His dream did not follow him though. He watched his untouched room for what felt like days, but were probably minutes waiting for himself to arrive. The day felt average for Bradley, even boring. Once he had arrived home, in the dream, the sun had already set. He was exhausted so put his leftovers in the fridge from his night out and brushed his teeth. As he was going beginning to change the dream refocused on a tall and slim man that was directly behind him. Bradley continued to change without recognizing.
Before the dream could reveal any answers, Bradley was awaken by the screeches of children as they had discovered the winter wonderland that came overnight. Bradley immediately rushed and checked behind all his doors, for something, anything that the man in his dreams may have disrupted, but found nothing. He had never dreamt of the past which he found unusual. Petrified by what he saw, it was hard for him to believe such a thing, how would he have gotten in? He thought. If the dream were showing what really happened how did I not notice his presence like I did the other day as I was resting by the river? Who is this man and what does he want from me?

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