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Stargate Worm Hole
Stargate Worm Hole closes in an hour, she warned, don’t get too comfy. I rolled my eyes, and dug down deeper into my warmth, choosing me. It’s truly something you will never forget, the phantom voice said. I took grandma’s cozy quilt and quickly covered my shoulders and head. My spirit guide smiled of unbeknownst, I was working out her plan. My dream coaxed me to travel to Stargate Worm Hole, in outer space land. I was on a blue bus, the year 1952 or possibly fifty three, I was not sure. One thing for certain, we were on an astral bridge, and feelings were pure. The time was innocent; I was blatantly gawking with reverence and awe. We were in space where the stars were closing in, and feelings were raw. This is the Stargate Worm Hole, my spiritual guardian in sweet way said. I was soon in REM sleep, snoring in a delightfully rhythm, almost fully dead. Whenever you want to relax, you can will your imagination to come back. My guardian angel told me. Just let me know when you hit the sack. So now my nights are filled with innocent, and good old 1950’s fun. And I am more than fully relaxed when rooster gets me up with sun.
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