Dreams.

Posted on: April 25, 2007

Sometimes I hate it when I remember what I dreamt of because I know it was just… well… a dream. Nothing more. But sometimes, my mood for the day depends a lot on whatever my dream was and if I remember it at all.

I used to tell people I think I have the gift of instinct. I feel like my dreams confirm what I think about someone or something. It’s weird… I sound like a scheizo I know but that’s just an opinion. I am not saying it’s true =) Yea, I’d like to believe it’s true, if it is then, I would be a world-reknown psychic (not the Madam Auring and Jojo Acuin types) just like Nostra Damus. Ahahaha… dream on.

It amazes me how my reality morphs into a dream; the exact replica of what is really happening. SOmetimes, I feel relieved, sometimes it saddens me. But then again, nobody really knows what will happen.

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