Sleeping to Dream

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If we sleep to dream then why don't I dream? 

I want to help people, but before I can do that I must help myself...but that would make the situation too difficult. Maybe by doing good for others I can do good for me. I can be myself. 

The place was empty. She sat alone. Completely alone. Her mug had grown cold and her brain foggy. Was life just an absurd dream? Was it absurd to think that she alone could be the one to bring a smile to an infants face or to make her mother cry? Perhaps the thrid mug of tea was too much. 

The snow came down. 

The snow came down in sheets. And it was all clean. She drifted off to sleep. Sleep without dreams. Dreams are absurd. Aren't they?

Created: Aug 10, 2012


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