isn't dreaming weird? i have the coolest dreams sometimes, but i cant ever remember the details, which is sad because i would love to impress you with the absolute randomness of my self-conscious... and i can't. sometimes i have dreams, and in my dreams, i am observing and judging things that happen, and can work in actual elements from real life (like, it's cold in the dream AND in my room, or i dream that there's a huge weight on my legs, and really, my cat is sleeping there).
but in the morning-- nada. can't remember a damn thing. maybe i will have a dream someday, and in my dream, i will be wanting to write down the dream, and i will find my bed side notebook and record it all. that would be so totally awesome.
only, if you were dreaming that you were writing down your dream, and you actually did write it down while you were sleeping, it would probably read something like this:
"this is a dream i'm having. i'm having a dream where i am writing things in this notebook, and they are marvelously profound thoughts that will change the world, and be an excellent story for generations of children. this is a really cool dream."
and really, who would buy that book??
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