The fire was not quite dying away and the room was quiet in spite of the
little flames from within. He turned in his bed and saw the empty chair.
“It’s a bed,” he said. He reached up and touched the side of the headboard.
He was already gone in this dream.
The door opened again and the wind blew in. It lifted the curtains and they
rustled against the walls. The room grew darker and colder. His mind was
leaping towards the next destination, but his feet had already taken him past
it. He was back in the tunnel, the world around him was the same, the door
that had opened now closed. He was back in the room with his own bed, with the
table and the lamp, the chair and the rug. The dog was still there. He felt the
dog in his arms. He stroked the soft fur and the dog closed his eyes and
rested his head against his shoulder.
He sat in the chair and saw the fire die out and the room was dark once
again. His feet were once again pushing him onto the bed. He was gone with the
dream, but he was here with the dog. He felt the dog in his arms and he felt
the dream pass him by and still there. He was still dreaming and now he was
sleeping but his mind was here beside him. He was feeling him move in his
arms and feeling him breathe in and feel the animal warmth of their bodies
against each other, yet he was not asleep. He was here, he was here with
It was the strangest thing. He felt the dog in his arms and he knew the dream
was coming to an end. He felt the dog in his arms and he still slept. He felt
the dog in his arms and this felt wrong. He knew it was wrong and yet it was
right. And he was sure that this was the last time he would feel this way. He
looked down at the dog and his face was bright and sad. His eyes were closed.
He knew that he would miss this dog. And he knew that he would miss his own
parents, his sister, his dreams for them. The dog gave a kind little sigh and
he knew that this was the last time he would feel this way. He felt himself
fall asleep but he never lost the feeling of the dog in his arms. And they
His dreams were always the same. He woke up on his bed, with the dog in his
arms. He slept again and again in his bed, with the dog in his arms. His time
in the dreams seemed endless and he always woke up there. The next time he
woke up there would be a new adventure, a new dream. And the next time he
woke up there would be a new adventure, a new dream. He had a dog, he was
with a dog, he was at a fire with a dog, he was fighting a dog with a dog and
it was all his dreams.
It seemed to him that the dream always took him back to his room, through the
unseen door into a different part of the house. Some of the houses in his
dreams were small and his room was very small. His parents were his first
parents. In some of the houses he was with his sister and she seemed to be his
only sister. But in other houses he was with other siblings. Sometimes he was
with his best friend, in other houses he was with his sister’s boyfriend. He
thought that the dream always went through houses that he hadn’t seen before,
but sometimes he had to go through that door in order to find another house
that he had not seen before.
He remembered the dream before he fell asleep, as his sister’s boyfriend. He
was a nice kid. He was always up for a chat and he always had time for a chat
and he always talked about his dreams and his plans for the future. He
remember that she seemed to like him and his words and his way of talking.
And he seemed to like her and she seemed to like him and their words and their
way of talking.
He had many dreams before he died. He dreamt them all while he was alive and
every single one of them took him back to his own room, through the unseen
door. And he dreamt all his dreams and he dreamt his dreams into life. His
dreams gave him everything that he needed. Even his dreams about his own life
gave him everything that he needed. But he was alone when he dreamed all
these dreams. He was always alone when he dreamt his dreams. It was not like
in his dreams there was any one particular dog. He dreamt about all the dogs.
He dreamt about all the dogs and he dreamed about all the dogs. He dreamed
about all the dogs and he dreamed about all the dogs. He dreamed about all
the dogs and he dreamt about all the dogs. He dreamt about all the dogs and he
dreamt about all the dogs. The dog that he used to have before he died was a
dog that he loved and that he had loved since he was a little boy. He dreamed
about the dog that he used to have and he dreamed about the dog that he had
loved. It was this dog, he thought, that he would miss above all others after
he had died.
He was dreaming about it. He was dreaming about it. He was dreaming about it
and he dreamt of all the dogs and his world fell apart. The dream that he had
watched while he was awake was now over and he was alone again. He was alone
again and in his mind a new dream had begun.
“It’s a boy,” he said to the dream and there was a little pang of pain in him.
This was the dream that he dreamed when he was awake. He was looking at his
own son growing up before his eyes. He thought his son’s face was very
beautiful. He was thinking, in his dream, of his own father and his own
father’s face. He was watching his own father die and his eyes were filled
with tears. He was watching his own father and he was crying.
On his second day as a father he had tried to give his son the things that he
wanted for his son. He had opened his own gift shop and he had bought his
own gift for his son. He was thinking that this was very nice. He was making
his son a very nice present. He was making his son a present that his son
would like above all gifts. And he was thinking that this was very nice. But
he cried when he saw his son holding the gift in his hands. He cried when he
saw his son’s face. His son’s face was very sad and the tears poured down
into his eyes. He was crying because he felt very sad and he was crying
because he knew he could not give his son that present. He did not have any
gift for his son. He had only his own gifts and his own memories to give to