Why do we dream? It's a decent question, at least... I think it is. I read somewhere that you spend a third of your life dreaming... or was it a fourth? Anyways, why do we dream? Is it so that our wildest fantasies can be made known to us? Or is it just us thinking as we sleep? Whatever the reason, I have weird dreams. You see... I dream of wolves. But not just wolves... It's the same wolf over and over again. And he always does the same thing, stare at me then run as if there is a fire behind him. Even if I start out dreaming of something else he always appears. ---- Welcome to what I lovingly refer to as my word vomit story. Whenever I have time I will "word vomit" into a document. This is one of my favorite ideas that has come out of it. Hope you enjoy :)
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