I can never remember my dreams. On the odd occasion that I am aware of them they're gone as soon as I'm properly awake. Some of them are amazing dreams, too. There was one... it was out of this world, I'm telling you. It was a whole other universe. And when I try to remember the details a five foot deep metal gate crashes down and I can't get much further than "paradise". It's one word with so many possibilities. How cruel is it that I can't remember my own heaven?
And that's probably why I make my own dreams. I'm asleep and awake at once, and I'm the master of my fate. Anything could happen, but only if I say so. People say the oddest, most unlikely things.
Sometimes I lose control a little. My imagination gets away. Just this morning I was dozing- it was one of those nights. I felt like I hadn't slept a wink- and I imagined myself finding my phone. It was under my bed, silly me! And no messages. I'm unpopular even in my waking dreams.
So then for a little while I believed my fantasy. Where's my phone? Oh it's under my bed. I'll go get it. Why didn't the alarm go off at 6.40? Because it's not there.
Oh.
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Yeah it's a Friday night and I'm bored. I could write my NaNo but it's fallen way by the wayside. I could study but let's be honest: that's not gonna happen. I could make a snack but OMG I'M NOT HUNGRY AT ALL >:( Even my room is clean.
Mum FINALLY went away. She's gone with Ellie and Irene to Featherston-ish (idk where it is) for a dog show. It took them FOREVER to leave. Now I have a quiet weekend ahead of me and some money to look forward to at the end of it, provided I don't trash the house.
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