Lost in traslation.

So, last night I had a dream, about nothing really. Just of those, "what the fuck was that about" dreams. It scared me actually. I hate not understanding. Well, in the dream, I'm walking the streets of what looks like London. I'm lost. And I find myself running with a picture of myself in my hands. I'm looking for me. Almost like I didn't know myself. I kept stopping people on the street, asking for help. I feel like now, more than ever, I am completely, and utterly lost.





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