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I love dreaming......and I love sleeping in on saturdays......as much as I also hate it though.......sleep is waisting good hours. But, as long as I'm dreaming....at least I am learning how to handle and control relationships with unpersistent wierd imaginary and unemotional people. In my dreams....I am always following someone into their own complicated endevours.....through rooms....changing, wet streets in the daytime,....under furniture,......like I'm a child.....or....on the opposite....I'm running from something....or doing somthing extravagant. In dreams...no one ever ask me about my own wants or feelngs....no one cares....and in the few dreams I can remember where I tried to take charge in somthing.....no one followed.....no one cared that I had learned how to float or fly by holding my breath and swimming through air. Maybe this is an overexagerated reality of me. Maybe I am too over the edge for people to understand.....I can get you excited about somthing.....but in the middle of me telling you what somthing is...you lose interest because it went way over your boundary of understanding.....so....when I talk to people about things...they run with parts and peices....and never really see the big picture....or the genius in the overall idea or theory. Or maybe I have this extrodinary ability to see thought in vivid colors. I wonder how many of these false worlds I've imagined have set root into my dreams. I like a parallel universe......an entire group of very close friends exist their....some I've spent intimate moments with......a whole new family....most in which I can never meet again......so it's also a world of sadness. Everytime I woke up today....I forced myself to sleep again just to enter that parallel universe.....and try to find those lost faces.