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I had a dream in which I was standing on a mountain, or someplace sort of resembling Indian Rock, and Ben Kim was there. He was telling me how before he used to not be able to hear, it didn't bother him too much, really, it was just not being able to hear made him also feel like he couldn't speak. I hugged him a couple times.
I think I had that dream because the day before I read a short story from Haruki Murakami's more recent collection, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, about a boy who from an accident got hearing problems, and sometimes he wouldn't be able to hear at all.
Today I had a dream in which I was writing a letter to T. Lauren, my first small group leader in church. I was asking her how she's doing in France. I was writing on not lined or blank paper, but paper with rows (columns) of vertical boxes, like in Chinese practice writing paper, except the boxes were kind of bigger and I was trying to fit an English word in each of them.
Yeah don't I have interesting dreams. That last one I think I had because my mom asked me earlier to call Lauren since I didn't see her at church on Sunday.
I like remembering dreams. Some people will say that they don't have dreams. That's not true. If people don't remember their dreams, they will say they didn't have any at all. It's really the matter of remembering the dreams. I always set my alarm clock around 10 minutes before I know I'll actually get up. After I hit snooze on the alarm clock, I will have woken up a bit, so my mind can fully dream lucidly and I'll remember the dreams, whereas if you're just deep sleeping, the dreams are happening subconsciously, you're not the least bit aware of them. So if you're having problems dreaming, recalling dreams, just set an alarm in the middle of the night or whenever you're sure you be able to slump right back to nice sleep after turning the alarm off.
I hate rude awakenings. The other day I was having some exciting dream, or maybe not that exciting, but something was happening, I was dreaming. Then my mom woke me up and yelled at me for going to bed so late and still lying in bed at noon. Then I immediately forgot what I was dreaming and the few previous dreams. I hate forgetting my dreams, because then it's like not having them at all, when I know that I did indeed dream, was in some other world, but then it's gone because of some dumbass unnecessary rude awakening. Blahh.
I still haven't astral projected in a while. Mehh.
I wanna fly.
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