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- | You're dreaming again, or you think this time it's a dream. Blue lights flash in front of your eyelids and you hear the distance murmur of a waterfall. You try to reach out your arms but find yourself strapped down. Suddenly, your eyes snap open and you're back in your dorm. You clutch the sides of your temple, trying to squeeze out the migraine. You reach for the bottle of painkillers on the end table next to you and pop a couple pills. Sitting up, you spot yourself in the mirror and | + | You're dreaming again, or you think this time it's a dream. Blue lights flash in front of your eyelids and you hear the distance murmur of a waterfall. You try to reach out your arms but find yourself strapped down. Suddenly, your eyes snap open and you're back in your dorm. You clutch the sides of your temple, trying to squeeze out the migraine. You reach for the bottle of painkillers on the end table next to you and pop a couple pills. Sitting up, you spot yourself in the mirror and see: |
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+ | *[[A 21-year-old female, long brown hair tossed from a rough night's sleep]] | ||
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Current revision as of 22:41, 10 January 2014
You're dreaming again, or you think this time it's a dream. Blue lights flash in front of your eyelids and you hear the distance murmur of a waterfall. You try to reach out your arms but find yourself strapped down. Suddenly, your eyes snap open and you're back in your dorm. You clutch the sides of your temple, trying to squeeze out the migraine. You reach for the bottle of painkillers on the end table next to you and pop a couple pills. Sitting up, you spot yourself in the mirror and see: