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Welcome to Frappuchinos! Now Serving: Recurring Dream
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AQB52!
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Yet again, Venti dreamed of running towards the beach, his back to the crashing surf. Like the other dreams, this appeared as a grainy black and white film. He was running towards someone, but never knew who.
Maybe the surfboard under his arm slowed him down ... yet no matter how hard he tried to let it go his fingers resisted the thought, as though they were independent and intelligent.
The figure in the distance waited patiently, standing calmly. Venti felt horribly frustrated and ill-at-ease and though he ran faster, the distance increased. Growling, he ran faster, but it made no difference.
Sea gulls overhead cried and circled. Venti didn't look up; the last time he did the remote figure disappeared. His paws flung sand behind him as he ran. He felt heavier. He would soon gain more weight than his legs could carry; then the dream would end.
Who was this person, he asked himself. Was it a woman? Since when was he interested in women? Could it be a man? It certainly wasn't Art. He knew Art. He loved Art. Art was never reduced to a formless blur in his eyes.
He was tiring rapidly. His legs were dead weights--it took all his strength to keep going--and soon he'd drop to one knee, then the other. If only he could get rid of that damn surfboard!
He stumbled, a falter which almost cost him his momentum, but righted himself quickly. It cost him his pace and, try as he might, it could not be recovered. He lost more speed to the relentless suction of the sand.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Silence. Either the cries of the sea gulls above drowned out all words or he had been rendered mute.
The figure reached for him with outstretched arms. Venti tried again to call out, and uttered a shrill ring that--
--made him open his eyes. It was dark, but the faint light of his cell phone's tiny screen lit the room enough for him to find it. The caller ID showed his mother's number. "Mom?"
"Reginald!" She was crying. "Ted's been in an accident!"
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AQB52!***
Yet again, Venti dreamed of running towards the beach, his back to the crashing surf. Like the other dreams, this appeared as a grainy black and white film. He was running towards someone, but never knew who.
Maybe the surfboard under his arm slowed him down ... yet no matter how hard he tried to let it go his fingers resisted the thought, as though they were independent and intelligent.
The figure in the distance waited patiently, standing calmly. Venti felt horribly frustrated and ill-at-ease and though he ran faster, the distance increased. Growling, he ran faster, but it made no difference.
Sea gulls overhead cried and circled. Venti didn't look up; the last time he did the remote figure disappeared. His paws flung sand behind him as he ran. He felt heavier. He would soon gain more weight than his legs could carry; then the dream would end.
Who was this person, he asked himself. Was it a woman? Since when was he interested in women? Could it be a man? It certainly wasn't Art. He knew Art. He loved Art. Art was never reduced to a formless blur in his eyes.
He was tiring rapidly. His legs were dead weights--it took all his strength to keep going--and soon he'd drop to one knee, then the other. If only he could get rid of that damn surfboard!
He stumbled, a falter which almost cost him his momentum, but righted himself quickly. It cost him his pace and, try as he might, it could not be recovered. He lost more speed to the relentless suction of the sand.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Silence. Either the cries of the sea gulls above drowned out all words or he had been rendered mute.
The figure reached for him with outstretched arms. Venti tried again to call out, and uttered a shrill ring that--
--made him open his eyes. It was dark, but the faint light of his cell phone's tiny screen lit the room enough for him to find it. The caller ID showed his mother's number. "Mom?"
"Reginald!" She was crying. "Ted's been in an accident!"
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I was dreaming about water last night, about spirals. And I was slowing down too, but in the comic I read previously before I slept, people that had a spiral mark on their back would turn into a human sized snail, and I freaked out, even though I couldn't see my back.
I have a fear of snails, and I have a fear of invertebrates. Nothing is worse than waking from a nightmare only to come to the bitter reality that compares to the dream's torture.
I have a fear of snails, and I have a fear of invertebrates. Nothing is worse than waking from a nightmare only to come to the bitter reality that compares to the dream's torture.
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