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Lately it's impossible to stop having vivid dreams. It's nearly at the point where I've convinced myself that they're really happening. At 3:27am you won't find me in my room with the covers pulled up around my chin. I'll be off somewhere climbing huge oak trees, or meeting new people unexpectedly at a fancy restaurant, or sitting on a plaid blanket at some beach with a thermos of hot chocolate. When I first wake up in the morning, or maybe get back from wherever I've been all night, I shut my eyes and wish to be back there again. It's not like the days aren't good enough. They're really fine. But these dreams seem tangible and it's frustating being unable to get there when my mind is perfectly willing.