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zdashamberThe wind pushes up against me like a codependent ex, pulling at my closed umbrella and the bag. As I approach my car, there's a strange noise, tap tap tap-- tap tap
I look down at the car next to mine to see that its rear license plate is missing the lower two bolts, and the wind is gently tapping it against the bumper. There's a bit of white paper on the concrete floor, about the size of an index card, moving away from my feet.
I move to pick up the paper, but it blows further into the parking garage each time I get close to it. It vanishes under a minivan, and then I go around to the side and manage to capture the paper--
This is *exactly* what my dreams are like. Strange...
I look down at the car next to mine to see that its rear license plate is missing the lower two bolts, and the wind is gently tapping it against the bumper. There's a bit of white paper on the concrete floor, about the size of an index card, moving away from my feet.
I move to pick up the paper, but it blows further into the parking garage each time I get close to it. It vanishes under a minivan, and then I go around to the side and manage to capture the paper--
This is *exactly* what my dreams are like. Strange...