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Ribbons of light that aren't tangible, yet manage to cling onto our conscious thoughts and memories.
Immaterial substances that last just a night, yet a second in your memory—if you even remember what you dreamt about.
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Yet, we still experience them, and some remain etched in our brains.
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But what are our dreams?Streams of consciousness?
Are they concocted out of guilt?
Our deepest and perhaps darkest desires?
Old memories replaying?
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Teen FictionI don't dream, I'm going to die. In Isobel Thornewood's world, dreams are visions of a person's past life. But what happens if you don't dream? Do you not have a past life? This is Isobel's reality. She doesn't dream. If only, for one night, she...