I dreamt I was the moon.
It was a peculiar dream. For some unknown reason, I had an animus towards Earth and the earthlings. I tried so hard to move myself towards the earth. I wanted to crash into it, blast it into oblivion. I was struggling to do it, and as soon as I began moving, the earthlings fired a beam at me to put me back in my place. I was a slave to to their power. Then, I woke up. I was angry at myself.
It was such a petty dream to have, for me, the sun…
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