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he told me his dreams
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in the recurring dream
during my childhood I was on a sort of game show: and every time I would be faced with three doors to choose from. They always had the same things behind them. The first time I had the dream I asked for door number three. Behind the door was a desolate hill with a tree on the top. I would then climb the hill, climb the tree if I could, just to see if there was something else. Nothing. Just a hill, just a tree. Other nights when I would dream of it I would go back to the hill, find a wooden ladder at the tree, climb it and find a fort to play in. But that was all, still so lonely. On other occasions I would choose door number two. Behind it was a dark tunnel, a scary tunnel; there was a light at the end of it, but I would never get that far. I would try to go through the tunnel, but I only got a
strange feeling. Was there
anything there at the end?
Sometimes in the dream I would choose door number one. Behind it was a great |
Walt Disney World amusement
park, even better than that. And there were roller coasters, and lots of food. It was my favorite door. But sometimes I had no choice which door I got. Sometimes I’d notice more details, but it was always those three doors, the desolation, the fear, and the rewards. the doors were always the same |