A Nightmare From My Past
One dark night, my mother is driving home.
She drives lonely roads lined with corn and bean fields. Off in the distance, in the middle of a field, she sees a light. As she focuses her gaze, she sees a man. He is dancing. Not elegant dancing, SCARY DANCING!!! His moves point to his insanity. Who is he? Why is he there? Why does he dance? He knows she is watching and that is the point. Dream ends.
I wake up.
One dark night, my mother is driving home.
She drives lonely roads lined with corn and bean fields. Off in the distance, in the middle of a field, she sees a light. As she focuses her gaze, she sees a man. He is dancing. Not elegant dancing, SCARY DANCING!!! His moves point to his insanity. Who is he? Why is he there? Why does he dance? He knows she is watching and that is the point. Dream ends.
I wake up.
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