to go to sleep, and dream of fantasia, lightning bolts, high seas, willows who seem talk, yet they're trees, cartoonish like characters, pitch shadows over your shoulder, to a symphony of music, which gets louder and louder, then, awaken on an abandoned island, abandoned of problems, and full of... Sign in to see full entry.
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