Unwanted Dreams

R.Triananda
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

We passed a market, there was a man selling some bottles of drink. "If you drink it, your dream will come true." He shouted.
A lot of people got closer to him. But I didn’t, so did my bestie.
I wasn’t interested even just a bit. I just thought the nightmare that I had last night, that wasn’t the first time, I’ve been undergoing that kinda dream since I could remember. My bestie? She had a reason, buying that drink was just a waste for her, she never had a dream.

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