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She Was Not Quite What You Would Call Unrefined: Part Two Kālarātri Trilogy

She Was Not Quite What You Would Call Unrefined: Part Two Kālarātri Trilogy

Paperback

Series: Kālarātri Trilogy, Book 2

FantasyRomance

ISBN10: 1087803365
ISBN13: 9781087803364
Publisher: Blue Parrot Books
Published: Oct 16 2019
Pages: 454
Weight: 1.33
Height: 0.92 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English

They say dreams are metaphors for our lives. Could be. Certainly would explain how strange our dreams are. Although I can never understand why I keep losing my clothes in my dreams. While everyone else goes about their business mostly fully clothed.

Could be dreams are something else entirely. Something special. I have come to believe dreams are windows into parallel universes. Dreams are windows that give us glimpses into the lives of our alternate personas in any number of alternate realities. This would explain why the me in my dreams never seems to be me, exactly. Inevitably the me in my dreams is a variation on the theme of me. Older. Younger. Richer. Stupider. Better looking. More hair. Different. But still me. This interpretation of our dreams would be kinder to the world of our reality. Better looking, maybe, but my alternates in the parallel universes of my dreams are typically dumber, slower, and denser. Or just more obtuse. Sometimes I have parrots. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I have a car. Sometimes I don't. And when I do, invariably I can never remember where I parked my car. I seem to ride the bus a lot in my dreams. Or trains or boats or planes.

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