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Essay Archive - Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
 	There I was, sitting on my bed at 2:30 am. Wondering about the dream I
just had. Not only was it stupid, but I have never had such a weird dream. It
was really different.
	The dream was about a little dog. The dog was walking on my chest, while
I was lying on something soft. I think it was a mattress. The puppy walked
towards y waist. I knew that it was going to bite.
	"Get lost". I yelled.
	The dog remained calm. Now it was standing on my waist. It lowered its
cute head, and sniffed my pockets. I was surprised. Why didn't it bite? Then the
dog was walking towa....
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