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205. No Control

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There is a place in between wakefulness and sleep I visit regularly. In those moments, I can steer my dreams any way I want and it works. The problem is sometimes I take that control for granted and my brain slips in an unwanted character, feeling or incident. I flew over a pack of dogs and the higher I got, the feeling I might fall increased. It was scary and enjoyable. Like the first time you smoke grass. I landed, flat-footed, on a terrace and looked down. I didn’t have the confidence to test my skills again, so I took the elevator.

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