Dream, brrr

Maybe these words sound corny, but I would call myself a dreamer.

Seriously, I'm a dreamer.

I can barely sleep without dreaming and I don't know why. And taking a nap isn't free of dreams too.

My dreams are always based on what's in my head. Sometimes they even remind me of things that are already drowned inside my head, below all the things I'm currently thinking about. Old things I don't even aware that they're in my head. Like my sub consciousness thoughts.

It's weird but when I wake up, I can always remember the dreams. I still remember some of those really peculiar dreams. Like one night when I dreamed about maggots in a glass jar, I am really sure that there was green liquid inside the jar with all those maggots, yaiks! It was green, I know the color. And not only maggots, there was a baby inside it. Dead little baby! I don't know what movie I watched before that dream.

I once dreamed about brendon in black in white, that was funny. And when I was crazy about twilight, I dreamed about Edward Cullen for days, with continuous story. I only remember the one when he bought me an apartment, I was really delighted.

Sometimes my dreams have a connection with things happened after the dream. Yeah kinda like a sign or whatever it's called, but I thing that's just a coincidence. Coincidence happens!

But the weirdest thing of all is sometimes I don't know the difference between my dream and what is real. Well doesn't mean that I'm crazy. It's just... I see things that remind me of something that has happened to me in the past. But in fact, the thing happened to me in the past actually never happened. It's just my dream. But it seems so real.

I feel crazy