I notice that I don't write these anymore. The truth is, lately I have been having dreams as an almost daily affair. And they're tiring dreams. It's like I'm living another life when I dream, and one more when I wake up. Needless to say, I don't get much actual rest.
In today's dream, I wanted to go somewhere. I asked my cousin to send me there, but she said that her car was already full, so my mother sent me to the bus stop instead. At the bus stop, I wanted to buy some tea. There, I met a girl who seems to be pretty friendly with me. She was holding a book, but I can't really recall what it looked like. I told her that I couldn't tell whether I was dreaming or not. She said, "Really?"
And then I woke up.
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