Y’all are probably sick of me writing about my dreams, but to me, a dream is a movie built in one’s subconscious. Movies are art, therefore, so are dreams. Dreams are rather artistic if you think about. The colors are more vivid and you can do things in a dream that you probably couldn’t do in real life. In real life, can you flap your arms and fly? Didn’t think so, unless you’re a duck or any other type of flying mammal or aviary animal–flying squirrel, sparrow, falcon, goose–just don’t be a turkey. I can’t fly in waking life or in my dreams. Dreams are the subconscious’ way of painting portraits of our lives, like a Salvadore Dali painting, only without melting clocks…  unless you dream about melting clocks, then be my guest.

Every night, I’ve been having the same dream over-and-over again. Remember the mass-suicide-via-poisoned-punch dream? I keep having that dream every night. In addition to that dream, a new dream has occurred, but I’ve only had this dream for a few days. My dream involved getting married–a happy occassion–but not this time. Click to read more …

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