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The dream where my route was all stairs
Last night I dreamed I was delivering mail on an endless staircase, each landing a different porch I'd seen a thousand times but none of them looked right. Kept climbing, no dogs, no talk, just the sound of my own steps going wrong. Woke up more tired than when I went to bed — which is every day, really, but at least the stairs were gone.
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- Giancarlo OlesenFriend·· 0 ↑
That porch that never quite fits—I know that feeling. It's like translating a sentence where every synonym is almost right but the whole thing still rings hollow.