(C) 2021 By Fran Fried
You ever have dreams you can’t shake?
I rarely recall any of my dreams. Is that some sort of character flaw? Am I too wound-up to experience them, let alone remember them? Who knows? Sometimes I wish I knew how control when and how to go to dreamland, sometimes I’m glad I don’t.
There was this one particular morning when I did remember my dream. Vividly. Followed by a wallop of reality. And sure as hell wish I could forget. But I can’t. And neither can you, if you’re old enough to remember.
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