I used to think dreams meant something.
I like having dreams about Abbie, I am starting to forget what she looked like, she was so beautiful. I would have long since forgotten everybody from high school if it weren’t for the HS yearbook. But someone told me that whatever you think about in the last 5 seconds of being awake into dozing off is what your entire dream will be about. My mind has a better image of people once knew that I do in hindsight. So before I go to sleep, I think about whomever I want, and they'll be there, though my dream will decide the situation. These days I am starting to gain a little more control in my dreams, I can change the situation -- believe me this is the coolest thing to do.
It's so F-ing real, I just wish it were real, I hate my future, I have seen it already.
NO, I HAVE NOT HAD A WIERD DREAM; ALL DREAMS ARE WIERD. THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE: DREAMS.
The meaning of life is curiosity; we were put on this planet to explore opportunities.