I suddenly find myself pondering that. What, exactly, is a dream?
Is it a possible reality, a potential requiring you to simply reach you and grasp it by the throat? Is it a fantasy, a human longing for something more, or better?
Or is it simply the human mind fucking us over once more?
I don't know why I suddenly ponder this. After all, I don't dream (At least that I can remember) but I do daydream. While walking to school, I picture warzones. Artillery fire, heavy weapons blazing, armour divisions rumbling to victory, a lone soldier holding the line against all odds, orders, gunfire, death, screaming, battle-cries...
Wait... I was trying to make a point. Where was I? Oh, right. Yes, I daydream that. I also remember daydreaming (many times) that Sonic the Hedgehog was running alongside my dad's car.
Yes, I am a strange and twisted person.
That said, I've equally dreamed of other things: I dreamed of having a girlfriend (A Dream I succeeded in, and scored bonus points with my awesome lady!). I dream of being able to do art (Something I can't really do).
So... A Dream is a fickle thing. And now I'm going to see if one crosses my mind. That's right - sleepy time for me. Take it easy, Internet.
Cheers,
Dan
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