He shows up in my dreams every so often. He encourages me to talk about them, but I feel really awkward doing so. It feels silly to me to talk seriously about dreams, even though I take them seriously myself. I guess I don't expect others to:/
Previous T sometimes shows up in my dreams as my Shadow. I like to see her like that, though she's not her, she's me... Dreams are odd like that...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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