Quite a few years ago, I had a dream. I’d wake; live my day, then when it was time to return to bed, the dream would continue as if I never woke up. ..The dream was so detailed and intense, that I would awake in cold sweats, heart racing, screaming, you name it. Every wild night was an adventure, and a terror.
Details
- Publication Date
- Sep 27, 2011
- Language
- English
- Category
- Fiction
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Shamara Lobo
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- Format