Aug 10, 2011 10:33
Last night I dreamt there was a man named Winter. He was some kind of soldier. He felt angry and empty inside and had been alive for a long time, not aging or dying.
Apparently he had no soul. He had died during one of the world wars. and his soul left the body, but somehow the body lived. I was Winter's reborn soul.
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