stupid fucking salmon
Ok, this is one of those days I will remember for a long time. I have to remember the dream (I was dreaming) and I have to remember the phone call that woke me up. You know the dream, the one that you have once every two or three years. It is neuronal perfection, vivid and visceral. It is the fulfillment of one of your greatest desires.
Mine always seem to get cut off at the moment of realization, that brief period of time right before your wishes come true. I can tell that this particular dream was a long time in the making. It was detailed and vibrant, like most dreams I can remember having but with one exception: none of it confused me.
I don't know the implications of my inability to see my best dreams to their conclusion.
I probably should have turned my phone off before falling asleep.
Mine always seem to get cut off at the moment of realization, that brief period of time right before your wishes come true. I can tell that this particular dream was a long time in the making. It was detailed and vibrant, like most dreams I can remember having but with one exception: none of it confused me.
I don't know the implications of my inability to see my best dreams to their conclusion.
I probably should have turned my phone off before falling asleep.