I can’t recall there ever being sound in a dream except for the time the one who appeared most ancient the mysterious man in a cloak continued….

Till the man in a crowd whispered in my ear that I was in a dream, grabbed my hand, then we flew on a magical journey, inside that dream I learned everything like packets of information, then remembered only that it happened but not what it was. The only sound was a wisper in the ear

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