I know I dream. I remember that I have dreamt, but I can't remember what my dreams are. Upon waking I have fleeting visions behind my eyelids but I can't remember them like I used to. I miss that anticipation upon waking to recall the random ramblings of my subconcious inner monologue (or massive theatre production as dreams used to be
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Though admittedly I have been failing utterly at writing down my dreams lately.
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Otherwise it ends up being all "there was a train, but first it was a giant blue crystal, and you were there, but you weren't you, and I think there was a baby ostrich somewhere in there but I don't quite remember. Oh! and it all happened at work, except if work were like the set of a western in like, old Hollywood!"
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