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I had one of those dreams last night.
You know. Those dreams.
Everything you've ever wanted. It seems so perfect, so right.
But you know its a dream. You know you have to wake up from it.
You fight it, try to stay in, but somehow you become painfully aware of the pillows and blankets, and the light coming in through the window.
Dreams are supposed to be pleasant. Which they are, but not so much that you hate the world for being the true world you live in.
And of course I had to dwell on this dream all day. Every moment I didn't think of something else.
Hell of a way to start my next semester.
You know. Those dreams.
Everything you've ever wanted. It seems so perfect, so right.
But you know its a dream. You know you have to wake up from it.
You fight it, try to stay in, but somehow you become painfully aware of the pillows and blankets, and the light coming in through the window.
Dreams are supposed to be pleasant. Which they are, but not so much that you hate the world for being the true world you live in.
And of course I had to dwell on this dream all day. Every moment I didn't think of something else.
Hell of a way to start my next semester.