I have way too many dreams.

Dreams of the ocean crashing on a perfect shore and my toes dipping into the burning sand.

Dreams of other realms with mystical creatures and galaxies filled with colors.

Dreams of a boy I had never met in my entire life.

Dreams of a different life than the one I am living.

They’re all written down in my journals. Every sketch and every word retelling of all the places I would rather be.

But what if my dreams were never really dreams at all?

What if they were….real?

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