I dreamt I was a desert, my red dunes swirling in an auburn mist, emulating the strands of time. I felt each creature on an intimate level, cared for them, wanted them all to prosper and thrive but knew it could not be so.
I felt myself ebbing away, slowly into the silvery mists of wind that pounded against my breasts and limbs, taking away my welling lifeblood that was replaced too quickly for any harm.

But most of all, I felt connected, connected to the sparse saguaros and the prickly creosotes, the desert willows whispering to themselves in only a language that I could hear.

But then I woke up, and my whole being, my self was stripped away.

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Comment, I'm begging you.

Just another bit of genius.
It's very well-worded, almost as if the dream was real.
If anyone was a part of nature, they'd feel just like that. Connected.

It's kind of sad to have dreamt of being a desert. e.e I'd feel a bit depressed if I did. I mean, the creatures that live in a desert are well-adapted, but... e.e They can still die from the harsh conditions. And there's not always a lot of rain. I love rain. 
But, if there's too much rain, the creatures would die.
Ah, jeez. -.-