As she slept, she dreamed of flying. She soared above the clouds, her wings carrying her higher and higher. The wind whispered secrets in her ear, promising adventure and excitement. She knew then that anything was possible, that her dreams could take her to places she had never even imagined. And so, she let go of her fears, embracing the freedom of her dreams.
Kate longed to understand the mysteries of the human mind, to decode the secrets of the subconscious. But as she delved deeper, she discovered a disturbing trend. Her subjects all shared the same dream, a nightmare of a dystopian future where women were subjugated and oppressed. And so, she dedicated her life to fighting for a world where her subjects’ dreams were not a reality.
He wrote of his visions in secret, knowing that to voice them aloud would mean certain death. But his dreams gave him hope, a glimmer of light in a world of darkness. And so, he continued to dream, knowing that one day, his dreams would become reality.
I love hearing about peoples’ dreams—as far as aspirations and passions and goals. But I do NOT like when people tell me about their actual nite-nite dreams. The only exception is if there were some kind of correlation to the dream in real life.
It is the slipping off but not ready to go into the big silence. Our brain is still moving, impatient to be bored. We can not rest, we must keep doing even in our sleep. Something must always be happening, there’s too little time for peace.
I have a dream to study abroad one day.
As light falls, little thoughts crawl out to play, twisting over themselves like roly-pollies under a log, crawling over themselves.
As she slept, she dreamed of flying. She soared above the clouds, her wings carrying her higher and higher. The wind whispered secrets in her ear, promising adventure and excitement. She knew then that anything was possible, that her dreams could take her to places she had never even imagined. And so, she let go of her fears, embracing the freedom of her dreams.
Kate longed to understand the mysteries of the human mind, to decode the secrets of the subconscious. But as she delved deeper, she discovered a disturbing trend. Her subjects all shared the same dream, a nightmare of a dystopian future where women were subjugated and oppressed. And so, she dedicated her life to fighting for a world where her subjects’ dreams were not a reality.
He wrote of his visions in secret, knowing that to voice them aloud would mean certain death. But his dreams gave him hope, a glimmer of light in a world of darkness. And so, he continued to dream, knowing that one day, his dreams would become reality.
I love hearing about peoples’ dreams—as far as aspirations and passions and goals. But I do NOT like when people tell me about their actual nite-nite dreams. The only exception is if there were some kind of correlation to the dream in real life.
It is the slipping off but not ready to go into the big silence. Our brain is still moving, impatient to be bored. We can not rest, we must keep doing even in our sleep. Something must always be happening, there’s too little time for peace.