These past few days, I have been having some crazy-insane dreams. Like, if a movie producer were to look into my subconscious while I was sleeping, he would have a gold mine for two new blockbuster hits. That's how weird they have been.
I don't know if it's because I've been eating too much before bed or too little before bed (I can't really remember to four days ago. Wouldn't want to anyway.) but these dreams have been entertaining for me. So entertaining, in fact, that I've been writing down the main plot points on the first piece of paper I found in the morning (which is usually a bank statement that says I have no money or some other important document). Anyway, I feel like a dreamweaver or soothsayer or whoever looks at dreams, would have a field day with my subconscious.
On a lovely side note, I've added a poll on the side of the blog for fun and interesting outlooks into your lives. Also, I plan to use the results to create random statistical information to present to the WHO and win the Nobel Prize in medicine. Or I'll just forget. Probably the second one.
On a second, less lovely side note, my morning handwriting looks like I wrote with my left hand, if it were mangled in some machine that flattened all my fingers and left me for dead on the side of the road.
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