my dreams frighten me. excite me. confuse me.
I have to make a conscious effort to not go to bed without watching something funny/happy or having a positive conversation, because it seems that whatever was last on my mind will be the subject of the most memorable dream.
go to bed mad? fuhgettaboutit.
last night’s shook me a bit, because like most of them, it felt so damn real. but I swear I didn’t have all this shit on my mind prior, so I’m not sure from whence it came.
a dream is a fantasy that I wish was reality? or maybe it just shows how easily a thought can blossom into a dream and it’s up to me to realize it?
or maybe I’m just crazy.
hehehe, “from whence it came.” who AM I?
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