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     The bathroom sink drips as I try to fall asleep. Not only that but the damn dogs won't stop barking and howling. My nerves become annoyed. My face twitches. But I have enjoyed communing with my family today, so the memory brings me enough solace to experience some serenity and not focus on the relentless evening chaos. Soon my reveries become dreams and I am sleeping.

     I dream a dark void containing a frenzy of bright fluttering butterflies, with a symphony of chirping birds. The butterflies cling to my skin, using their tendrils, and keep me safe from disappearing into nothingness. They fly me to a beautiful meadow. Then they drop me and I am strolling through pretty little flowers toward a gravestone. The gravestone has my name on it. I dig up the body and it is a decaying version of myself.

     I gaze out of my bedroom window and there is a blizzard. The whirlwinds of snow remind me of the beautiful butterflies. I walk downstairs and make myself some coffee. I spend the rest of the day wrapped in a cozy blanket on the couch reading, reminiscing, and wondering why life is the way it is. Why do we experience what we experience?

     I have no answers. Also I have nothing else to write here but that I am blessed to have this opportunity of life; despite seeing myself dead in that interdimensional realm of dreams. Human life is very interesting.