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Just the suspense of it all is killing me. There’s so much inside. The problem? Expressing it all. If only I could explain my dreams, the way I dream, how I can still dream while I’m wide awake. I doubt this will make any sense, but it’s easier with your eyes closed, but open will have to do for now. As I drift away into my deep sleep, my head turns into a big broadcast station. Colors appear as it receives broken thoughts. I obviously know I’m dreaming. But I want to figure it out. How these dreams work. As for now though, I’ll just have to live with the wonders of why we dream what we do. And why, but more so, how did my mind come up with such an image like this ?

People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation.