He was the dream sweeper,
that was his job all day all night and for the rest of his life.
He would collect people's dreams when they slept and upon their wakings, he swept them away from their human minds into a secret place, hoping one day to find his own dreams in the process.
The dream sweeper had succeeded in forming a sea of nightmares and a river of slumber tales where he kept all the world's secrets hidden and every wishful thinking intact.
However, he never found any appropriate dreams to call his own.
After years of formulating oceans of memories and registering the world's largest dream collection, he finally understood why he was unable to conceive dreams of his own much like everyone else in the planet.
He was the man with no identity.
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that was his job all day all night and for the rest of his life.
He would collect people's dreams when they slept and upon their wakings, he swept them away from their human minds into a secret place, hoping one day to find his own dreams in the process.
The dream sweeper had succeeded in forming a sea of nightmares and a river of slumber tales where he kept all the world's secrets hidden and every wishful thinking intact.
However, he never found any appropriate dreams to call his own.
After years of formulating oceans of memories and registering the world's largest dream collection, he finally understood why he was unable to conceive dreams of his own much like everyone else in the planet.
He was the man with no identity.
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