Being able to have a great dream and waking up feeling so distant to it, hardly remembering anything, but remember it being great.
I just woke up from my second dream. I remembered Pam and Jim being stuck on a weird island. And at the end of their island journey, Jim jumps off a cliff and fell onto one of those water things that shoot up (I guess it was a geyser, but it was at perfect temperature). And while on the island, I was trying to complete a story that had missing chapters (while living them and writing them down on the island). I was actually typing it up on WattPad. And then I was standing right in front of my body mirror. It felt so real. I picked up a picture of a drawing of my friend. Then I left my room and walked to my dog (happy birthday, Macy :D). That was all (and the whole dream was so realistic). With the glass, the water, the texture, the surroundings, the voices- everything.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
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Blind as They See
Non-FictionThe sequel to my previous journal 'They Can't See It'.