What is your opinion on dreams?
dreams are the best, my darling anon! there are two types of dreams: the dreams you dream as you lay in peaceful slumber, and the dreams you aspire to achieve.
chasing your dreams and meeting realistic expectations make you an ambitious person. while it is good to have ambition, we also have to remain humble, and conscious of our own limits. if you expect to much of yourself, you're only going to crash and burn. so set realistic short-term goals, and likewise with long-term goals.
ahh, dreams that you dream while you sleep. I lucid dream, a lot, especially when I cat nap. I know how my body takes it, and why I dream these dreams. it is usually because my subconscious is missing someone I love very dearly.
when I found out what my soul brother did/try to do to get me to come back to school, I cried for five days and four nights over his efforts and love for me as a sister. at the same time, I discovered the song, "The Last Time" by taylor swift, which broke me. it was the closure song I never knew I needed. I got over it as soon as my darling angel of a soul brother told me a secret which I know that I can't reveal here. he can't lie or hide the truth from his sister. so when his heartbeat is only an arms length away from my own, I'll know the full story.
subsequently, he kept coming into my lucid dreams where we spoke like we were in each other's presence. to wake up was painful, yes physically, and to my own delicate soul. when I lucid dream, I hyperventilate, but this depends on the strength of my body and the intensity of the dream. since I've been dreaming like this since a child, I know what to do to calm myself down.
two nights ago, while it showered heavily, I fell into a deep slumber, with the intention of meeting the people I miss. a lot of my soul mates, cousins, and brothers came to me in my sleep. some stayed, some smiled as they passed by, and some visited me for a while, just to see how I was doing.
today, I spent time with my soul family, in ways I didn't imagine would be possible. I savoured my closer soul mate's laughter and adorableness as he jammed to the beats he listened to. we napped together (he was on the sofa in the lounge, and I was at a corner, wrapped up in my maroon blazer, while using my panda onesie as a pillow/eye mask to block the light). another soul brother: who's dedication, commitment, and passion for his work/craft is something I will always admire sat in front of me. hardworking people keep me hardworking.
I hugged a fellow queen and soul sister. that beautiful girl.
I finally spent time playing with a fellow old soul's precious dog. my darlings, so, so, sweet. these stories that are unfolding before me are way better than any dreams imaginable. and these are the things that fuel my fire to write what I write, and love who I love, and to miss who I miss.
https://youtu.be/yET4p-r2TI8
we love those who fit the peculiar voids within us, our hollow wounds. we love to fill the spaces the old loves left.
chasing your dreams and meeting realistic expectations make you an ambitious person. while it is good to have ambition, we also have to remain humble, and conscious of our own limits. if you expect to much of yourself, you're only going to crash and burn. so set realistic short-term goals, and likewise with long-term goals.
ahh, dreams that you dream while you sleep. I lucid dream, a lot, especially when I cat nap. I know how my body takes it, and why I dream these dreams. it is usually because my subconscious is missing someone I love very dearly.
when I found out what my soul brother did/try to do to get me to come back to school, I cried for five days and four nights over his efforts and love for me as a sister. at the same time, I discovered the song, "The Last Time" by taylor swift, which broke me. it was the closure song I never knew I needed. I got over it as soon as my darling angel of a soul brother told me a secret which I know that I can't reveal here. he can't lie or hide the truth from his sister. so when his heartbeat is only an arms length away from my own, I'll know the full story.
subsequently, he kept coming into my lucid dreams where we spoke like we were in each other's presence. to wake up was painful, yes physically, and to my own delicate soul. when I lucid dream, I hyperventilate, but this depends on the strength of my body and the intensity of the dream. since I've been dreaming like this since a child, I know what to do to calm myself down.
two nights ago, while it showered heavily, I fell into a deep slumber, with the intention of meeting the people I miss. a lot of my soul mates, cousins, and brothers came to me in my sleep. some stayed, some smiled as they passed by, and some visited me for a while, just to see how I was doing.
today, I spent time with my soul family, in ways I didn't imagine would be possible. I savoured my closer soul mate's laughter and adorableness as he jammed to the beats he listened to. we napped together (he was on the sofa in the lounge, and I was at a corner, wrapped up in my maroon blazer, while using my panda onesie as a pillow/eye mask to block the light). another soul brother: who's dedication, commitment, and passion for his work/craft is something I will always admire sat in front of me. hardworking people keep me hardworking.
I hugged a fellow queen and soul sister. that beautiful girl.
I finally spent time playing with a fellow old soul's precious dog. my darlings, so, so, sweet. these stories that are unfolding before me are way better than any dreams imaginable. and these are the things that fuel my fire to write what I write, and love who I love, and to miss who I miss.
https://youtu.be/yET4p-r2TI8
we love those who fit the peculiar voids within us, our hollow wounds. we love to fill the spaces the old loves left.
