the thing of dreams is that it's rid of the notion of incompetence. in dreams you are whatever you think you are, but in reality you are what you can achieve. you dream of 4 As, but you aren't that learned to get it. you dream of loving a girl, but the girl doesn't love you back. you dream of singing, but your pitch isn't exactly perfect. putting things into perspective, some say it takes you further than you ever possibly imagine, but most of the time it just makes reality hit home harder.
http://notebookism.com i have a pathological obsession with notebooks, which always make me feel that notebooks make the best gifts, so practical and they can be really pretty as well! if i open a shop i'll sell notebooks of all sizes and shapes but truth is that wouldn't earn me money. i took a nap in the afternoon and i had a jumpy dream, one that was like... jumping from scenes to scenes. in my dream i kind of swopped bodies with this girl who owned a shop (yay shop) that had alot of cloths around... and she was so blur she didn't know any thing about the shop. then in the dream i had a stalker, which was really scary and then it jumped to the shop being some real life grabbing game for the poor where you pay a certain amount of money to enter and you grab as much rice grain as you want. and there were 2 little boys who were really good at it but the last boy was really lousy so he got scolded and all by his mom. and i felt really sad for the boy cos he was really young.
