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DREAM
I'm in a worn, decaying house on the beach of what feels like another planet. I live by myself here. It's different from the old lives I used to live. This was my fresh start, although I've been here for a long time now.
I go out on to the beach and check my traps. It's nearly sunset. I look in my net, and see that I've caught dozens and dozens of strange, colorful crabs. They have ropey biological cords coming out of them. They will taste really good. I've got plenty of recipes to experiment with. I take them back to my shack and put them in a large, wooden crate.
INTERPRETATION
The house I'm living in is a little run down in places. Living here now feels entirely different from living here when my mom was alive--now it kind of feels like being in a shack on an alien planet. I'm also eating a lot of food that isn't mine (I have permission), so it's kind of like having an endless supply of food at my fingertips like the crabs in the sea.
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