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Camy: I dunno, hardly eat there. Ask somebody that lives there!
Fion: Of course you're bored! It's 3 in the morning.
Joey: Which joey are you?


She sat there, looking straight into my eyes. I knew what to do but i just couldn't pick up the courage to do it. If i didn't do this i would regret it for the rest of my life. So i picked up the courage and walked over to her, just to say hi. The first few steps were agonizingly difficult. Failure felt like it was just waiting to pounce out of the darkness. After the first steps it began to get easier and easier. I finally reached her and stood there, smiling like a dork. She opened her mouth but then my eyes were suddenly enveloped by a bright light. The morning sun.

Yes, dreams! So, you spend the next moments of you life trying to fall back asleep to enter that certain dream once again. Then reality begins to kick in and you realise that you'll never enter the same dream again. From here, you begin to try and recall everything you can remember and for the majority of you that can't remember anything you begin to contemplate certain aspects of your pathetic life.

I've actually come to kind of detest dreams. I used to love those really cool dreams but now i hate the fact that it feels so real. I hate the fact that when you wake up everything you thought was real is actually fake. Dreams are the way your body tells you how pathetically useless you are.

Then they are nightmares! and again, i hate the fact that they feel so real. I've had experiences where i wake up literally drenched in sweat. So much so that sometimes i feel like I've pissed in my bed. Anyway, I can only remember one of my nightmares. The thing about this nightmare is that i would only get it if i slept in my mums bed. If i say it it's not that scary but when i was inside this dream...i got so freaked out. I'm not really sure how to explain it but it was like the ground i was walking on just kept churning. And everything was really edgy/straight. Thats the only dream that has occurred more than once to me. However, with my mum not around anymore i don't dream of that anymore.

Dreams, the good and the bad. I hate them all. I guess i'll never know what she has to say....

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