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Hello! This Blog is to share with my readers some great short stories I am writing. If you would like to submit art to illustrate anything you read private email me please at tyrdnhappy@yahoo.com (That's tired and happy) The first story is called "DREAM ON". I have had several dreams come true. I noticed this in my 20s and started a dream journal just to document to myself what was going on. I began to learn which dreams FELT like significant dreams and which ones felt like random brain processing dreams. I took some dreams that seemed to have that "pay attention" feeling and wove them together in a story... REAL dreams, created story....Enjoy "Dream On" Fondly, Heather Cullen

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