Dreaming of Departure

A Dream Narration

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The night before my departure, before my journey around the world becomes real, I am frigid with anxiety. Needles prick my body and poke my brain. I can't sleep.

A biblical wave washes over my distressed soul by some divine intervention, drowning my eyes in a twilight's slumber. Then they open to dreamy daylight.