The last two nights gave me some of the weirdest dreams in my relatively young life. I knew I was dreaming. I acknowledged that whatever was happening in that dream state was pure imagining. But the dreams were too original and brilliant that even as I was beholding the sequence of dream events, I was wracking my brain if what I was seeing was a scene from a movie I’ve watched before. I came out empty, and excited. “If that’s the case, what I’m seeing now I can claim as my own,” I thought. The same thing happened again last night. It was another sequence, but original still. I’ve heard of stories or ideas being formed while a person is sleeping. I just didn’t think I’d get to experience it myself.
But the blasted thing is, as in the previous night, however hard I try, I can’t remember any of the details. Bummer.
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