Canto II: Dream Why do sleepy stories and deep desires share a name? I try to plan a new section of my serial story but the words will not stay in order they slip like magnetic poetry as I sleep In my dream I see a man --one I dread beyond all reason— chasing me in one step I leap into the sky running in the air but arms embrace me I try to break free but “Shh—Laura!” I look up it’s Aslan What? He was my favorite why couldn’t it be one or the other a hero a villain not both I wonder in half-awake blurriness why can’t dreams be just one thing?
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I can only echo her
I can only echo her sentiments about dreams.
I really want to know where
I really want to know where you're going with this. It seems almost disconnected from the first part, but I think that's just because I don't have enough to go on as a whole.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief