Hundred Dreams
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Last published Sat, Dec 4, 2021
Till the sun rise, till the sun sets, each step we took and each idea we learn and make are stored in our mind.
With no rest or sleep it processes the knowledge, the wisdom, the memories, the emotions, our movements and our well-being
Can you believe that our own mind is creative? Even when we are asleep? They create dreams. Dreams... how mysterious and full of wonder they are.
But why do we have dreams? Do they have meaning? How can our mind make such strange and mysterious tales?
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