I don’t always remember my dreams. When I do, they are always pleasant. Isn’t that weird? People living in shit should only have nightmares I guess…. But there my problems are finally solved, I’m happy, my family is still around me, my old friends are still my friends… and I’m never drunk and sick. Sometimes I’m even crying in relief the bad days are gone. And then, I wake up. Reality is… no words can say enough. My life’s collapsing and my dreams are just unreachable.
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Funny about the dream thing, my dreams lately have been really good and I enjoy them, a while back they were bad, good dreams are something to strive for but also must be interpreted correctly, If I dream I’m driving a Ferrari that’s wonderful but I know I’d have to work 5 jobs to have one! I’ll just keep it a dream.
The good dreams are the hardest and most painful. I haven’t dreamt good dreams in a few months now, but yeah. I’ve had them before and they can absolutely ruin your day.