When you woke up, finding yourself sweat all over and thinking you wake up too late, weird thing was that only thirty minutes had past. You definitely started to wonder what kind of dream was that or there was dream running in your head or not. It always sucked to forget all those blurry dreams were all about. Did human brains set up to forget dreams in the course of evolution? Or it was actually ourselves that intentionally erase the dreams from our memory due to protection. But how come we still died to know what dream was all about when we were awake?
From time to time, some dreams remain clearer than ice cubes, than anything else, no matter how sweet or how terrible those dreams are. But, still, no matter how sweet they are, some dreams fade away without trace. And this is what bothers me the most.
If the dream is about flunking civil law, I think I can take that. Because a lazy student needs to be knocked out to understanf how risky it is to be kicked out of the classroom before it is true. But, what if the story is the same as my daydream? Couldn't it be more awesome to dream a sweet dream without control, or at least without consciousness? Wish I could pack them or put them in a closed box.
Cheesy.
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