| 1. I am in the Louvre art museum. I step inside one of the paintings, and come into a lovely sitting room. I see two soft chairs, and I sit in one of them. I see a tall figure in the next one. The chair turns around rather gracefully, and I see a woman. |
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| 2. She greets me. She has a dress like a gown, colored powder blue and amber. She has one blue eye, and one amber eye, which keep changing. She has bronze hair. She is quite lovely, but half her face from chin to nose is covered in powder blue makeup. |
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| 3. She and I talk. She has a soft lovely, british accent. I can`t recall what we were talking about...... but..... |
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| 4. I say goodbye to the woman, and while I wake up, her face slowly turns satanic and demon like.... |
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| 5. I wake up and find myself in yet another dream. I`m in a beautiful town, where the sky is silver blue, and there are many, many trees with bunches upon bunches of beautiful, fragrant yellow flowers. |
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| 6. The tree bark is beautifully dark, and the roads are just as dark, without scatch nor mark, except I can occasionally find shiny, freshly minted coins on them, and they cross through the close, posh nieghborhood. |
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| 7. The houses are beautifully framed by the flowers and trees, with small backyards and frontyards. They are clean, and freshly scubbed, and they all look like small dollhouses that have became life sized. |
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| 8. I realize, I`m allowed to enter and leave at my own will through all the posh little houses! All the doors are left open, and the houses all welcome me. I see nobody. I somehow know "they" trust me completely to enter thier homes. They want me to. |
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| 9. I go inside a house. The interior is strangely larger than the outside, filled with polished, simple yet elegant furniture. Like a doll house`s funiture... I find notebooks and diaries, filled with the writings of whoever lives here. |
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| 10. I step outside. Evening, my favorite time, especailly with the lights coming from the houses, lighting my way, and the moonlight shining upon the flowers and my raven hair, causing a deep contrast between them and the dark road. Beautiful. |
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