How One Bad Dream Can Alter the Course of Your life

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I woke up feeling like the ghost that wears this fleshy mascot I call a body phased out for a smoke break. A hollowness growled in my bones like the desperate pleas of a barren stomach. I pulled the covers over my head and did everything I could to sink back into the same warm embrace of the subconscious quicksand that had just spat me out like I was just another morning loogie indifferently…