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Essay Archive - Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
There I was, sitting on my bed at 2:30 am. Wondering about the
dream I just had. Not only was it stupid, but I have never had such a weird
dream. It was really different.
The dream was about a little dog. The dog was walking on my chest,
while I was lying on something soft. I think it was a mattress. The puppy
walked towards y waist. I knew that it was going to bite.
"Get lost". I yelled.
The dog remained calm. Now it was standing on my waist. It lowered
its cute head, and sniffed my pockets. I was surprised. Why didn't it bite?
Then the dog was walkin....
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