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October 28, 1998Dreams I have this annoying habit of remembering my dreams. For instance, last night I had a dream where I won in a raffle a date with the most-popular girl on campus. This was a made-up person, but our dinner conversation turned very personal where I talked about my life and her experiences were very contrasting to mine, allowing me to see the other side of the issues. I think that remembering my dreams makes me know too much about myself. Any sort of hidden fear or query pops up into the open in slumberland. Even in my dreams, I can't hide from myself. That probably explains a lot about me. I think too much.
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