Fantasy/Women Dreams
In another early dream, when I was about five or six, I had a beautiful mannequin. She had long black curly hair and a perfect woman’s body. I was staring at her longingly when she suddenly raised her arms and started twirling around and dancing.I was so excited that she had come to life for me and would be mine, but she kept twirling and dancing away from me and left the room and went outside and twirled down the road away from me forever. I cried and cried and went to my mom and told her my mannequin had left me.
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