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August 21st 

So yesterday I had a dream wherein I found myself working with a company on some big project. I held the companies financial psychologist's position, whereas another young guy who was around my age held a different, equally important position. I feel as though we were interns or something, but I honestly don't know. Both of us had the purpose of advising the company heads in the direction that they should move to increase profits. "As all services and commodities are seasonal due to psychological and environmental reasons," my boss surmised. My job was to know what season we were in so that we could best reach potential customers with our variety of products. We were the youngest on the team, and my boss knew everything that I knew, so I found myself questioning why I was even there. He had the other young guy and me seated just behind him while the other executives sat in front of him at his table. I felt honored and extremely out of place at the same time.

The dream took a strange turn after this; I found myself in a bathroom after a phone call with a friend of mine. It was here while sitting still that I realized I was dreaming. I found clarity because it didn't feel like a dream; I felt awake. I got up and walked towards a mirror and realized, "I'm dreaming," a fact I could not deny when I saw that I didn't have a reflection.

So here I was, lucid while asleep. What should I do? I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall back towards my boss's office. Something was different, and it wasn't just me. When I stepped into his office, it seemed as if my whole center of gravity shifted. Suddenly I was forced flat to the ground, crawling as if scaling a mighty mountain. I felt like I was wrestling with something in a way I can't describe, but there was no way I intended to lose. The world rocked and swayed at my rebellion, but I held on and pushed back until the world finally submitted. All the while, not a soul seemed to notice me anymore. So with my dream now in my hands, I decided to leave; why waste my time working when I could be having fun? I hurled myself through the glass window at my boss's back and headed to the edge of the property. A river flowed out so beautifully nearby, of course, I was gonna go and fly over it. A disembodied voice said, "wait till the leaves are carried by the wind and then go," and so I did. It didn't take long, but it was worth the wait. It was the most fun dream I've had in a while; flying was amazing, conjuring walls of ice and carving them into castles, constructing bridges or cliffs; it all felt so awesome. When I finally finished, I closed my eyes and could feel my real arms crossed over my chest, then I opened my eyes, and I was awake. This dream was pretty long but fun, and I actually skipped a lot of details. 

As a person who is always daydreaming, I am always mere seconds away from adventures such as this. However, at the end of the day, it is only just a dream and I have to wake up at some point, 

just not yet.


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  1. midnightphilosopherAugust 22, 2020 at 7:16 PM

    Brilliant. I find your ability to put images into words incredible. “Wait till the leaves are carried by the wind then go”. What an incredible mind to be able to conjure such beautiful images within one’s dream. I love it

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