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 I sleep. I feel as though the dream is real, and that I can change it. sometimes I do. when I don’t like how something is going, I usually just peace out, and go to another place in the dream. Last night, however, I had the craziest dream, involving people from crate and barrel, homeless people, and several people from NYU. The scenario was pretty likely, but the second one strange thing happened, I woke up. I looked at the clock and saw it was 10 am. I was laying in bed contemplating whether to wake Tom Brick up, or to let him sleep and go back to sleep as well. I decided to go back to sleep. However, in the dream, i couldn’t fall back asleep. I tossed and turned, but just couldn’t sleep. I started playing on my phone. all of it felt so real. Then, 10:30 hit, and my alarm rang and I woke up. I was so confused when I opened my eyes and realized it had been a dream. I picked my phone up off the floor, and woke up tom.
Realizing that I had a dream of not being able to sleep, makes me confused. A lot of times, I can’t sleep, and I just sit around tossing and turning. But now I’m beginning to wonder, were all of these dreams too?