After a few months, I am finally conscious of the fact that I have recurring dreams. Yes. Well, the essence of my head trips are diverse but the way in which they all end are the same. Every. Single. Time.
The latest adventure included my mom's car, the IRS, the african-american guy from White Chicks, my grandmother's house, white-phosphorus bombs, blue umbrellas and a longkang. The plot is as clear as dishwater and for this reason I shall not waste finger energy and your reading time trying to spread it flat for you.
But I shall story you about how they end :) It begins at the X in the lower left corner. Please follow :
This plays in my mind almost everytime(hint: imagine FPS). In a way, it admits me an excellent transition between sleep and awake - pulling me towards lucidity after an enhausting adventure in Dreamland (isn't that a mattress brand? -.- )
What I don't enjoy is, waking up sweaty and breathless. I kid you not when I say '684m dead sprint' - SURE FEELS LIKE IT.
Well, I hope your dreams treat you as well mine does me!
Sure writes out the dream itself, good or bad. Heh