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Recently I haven't been remembering any of my dreams, which is... y'know... great. I mean, I really hate my dreams. At least the ones I can remember, anyway. They're either so wonderful that when I wake up I become horribly depressed because I realise that Real Life isn't like that, or they're so terrifying that when I wake up my heart rate has sky-rocketed and I'm unable to get back to sleep.
And it's unusual, because usually, more often than not, I remember my dreams-- even only little fragments of them. But recently? Nothing. And I'm glad, but... altogether weirded out.
I wonder... what could possibly have triggered it, if anything at all? Mmmm. I have my theories.
And it's unusual, because usually, more often than not, I remember my dreams-- even only little fragments of them. But recently? Nothing. And I'm glad, but... altogether weirded out.
I wonder... what could possibly have triggered it, if anything at all? Mmmm. I have my theories.