It was a run, constant run. As aimless as how you are in life. But then the dream turned a different page and thoughts of your habitance simply puffed into a cloud of memories, which i now would've left behind.
And to replace it, not a certain thing, or one. It was interesting, for in it, i was running around from place to place, for hours. And then suddenly the scene changed, the act, re-played - backward. Perhaps it did mean something after all, perhaps it was just once. But really, would life be this meaningful without it?
And then i got awoken by a message from my phone....
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