Dreams. Are never quite as it seems. They come. They go… and sometimes, you wouldn’t even know. But when you do and if you do, do you scribble them down like in a frenzy? for fear that you will forget the very next moment? Never too sure what to make of them dreams, but oh, how I love them… even the bad ones that taunt and torment me so.
A recent new addition in store, the Bedside Dream Journal. For recording the journeys you went off to, after lights out; the misty streetlights, the silvery sea, the swirling star fields, just you and me. The inspiration, introspection and the evergrowing wonder. Complete with a dream glossary and helpful instructional text as a guide towards creative thinking and better dreaming. Night after night.
i dreamt a dream.
and sometimes, dreams are just better heard.
and it sounded exactly like this.
(i wish i was still in it. i wish i never woke.)
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