tell me what you know about dreaming
you don’t really know about nothing I’ve never really been one to remember my dreams. I’ve always woken up, remembering small pieces of what had happened while I was sleeping. But then, throughout the day, all of the small fragments of the dream that i had remembered, slip through the cracks in my mind. For the past few weeks, though, I’ve had this strange feeling while...
if I could switch lives with anyone, it would probably be my dog. i know my dog isn’t really a “person”, but i think i’d like to see how she lives. she doesn’t do anything all day but sleep and lay around.