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What's this all about

It was like pixy dust of color that was baked in each room partition. It was a mess and I needed to call someone.  I was looking for a phone but none would call the number, besides hers.  Yet I didn't know who her was.  I'd been having trouble with the home phone. I wasn't sure if it was the computer connection or the actual devise, and yet there is two devises that come into question.  

There was a hallway that wasn't so colorful, it was sort of greenish and drab. There were clothes lying all around and all along the corridor of it as if several of men after work lived there. I looked down and there was the money – it was in wads.  I reached and gathered it quickly before anyone noticed it. Not that anyone was around at the time, but with that much loot, I was sure that someone would come looking for it quickly. I put the money in a safe place and went about cleaning. I had gathered a trash bag full of debris and then I looked for a place to set the garbage. I set it inside a door.  They told me I couldn't put it there; it had to be placed on the curb but only right before the trash collector arrived. And so, I had to take out all the trash and scatter it all over the floor again.  

The dream was too vibrant not to pay attention to and write down.  The gravity waves is like reading the wind.  They carry the entire story of the cosmos.  All I have to do is interpret what it is, and then what's it all about.  
Written by Pishashee
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