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Oneiric
Sometimes Abby wondered what the heck her oneiric mind was on. She regularly dreamed and they were all crazy dreams to be sure, but last night’s dream was a step above her usual crazy dreams. If she didn’t know better she’d thought she had crack before she went to bed. That’s how crazy her dream was.
In the dream she’d been a witch and had burned the coffin that she usually slept in as it was of the devil or something. She’d been horrified as she watched this happen in the dream. She’d known it was a dream, but it was like watching a train wreck. She couldn’t stop it.
