My Dream
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MatureComplete Wed, Apr 22, 2020<5 mins
I have to ask one thing, have you ever had a dream so vivid that it felt real and 2 to 3 months later you can still remember beautiful details? Believe it or not that is exactly what happens to me! I rarely have vivid dreams but when I do I can usually remember a few deals and don't usually want to share them, Why?, I don't know maybe it's because more often than not if it's a good dream, a part of me hopes and wishes that the next night I'll slip back to those same dreams because that day wasn't the best day and I just want escape, or if it's a bad dream or nightmare one of three thing will happen.( Which isn't so rare for me, I don't know why and I despise it ,but most dreams are not good dreams and are more vivid then the great ones.) All three might even happen I could Wake up in the middle of the night feeling like I'm being watched ( that's the most freighting one.) or I'll wake up and find my lf in tears and not know why. The last thing that's hard for me is when I find myself angry in a dream and I wake up crabby and am in that mood all day.
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