Monday, November 15, 2010

It can't get any more lucid than this

In this dream, I was a child of 7 lying under the shade of a tree. Beside me was a woman. She must have been staring at the clouds through the branches like me. She asked what I'd like to be when I grow up.

"Have you figured it out?"

"Yes, I think I have. When I grow up, I want to be happy."

"It's a beautiful dream, to be happy.

She stood up, daylight turned into night, looked at me with her brown eyes, and said, "Why not today?"

I'm awake. There's no need for drugs, I've dreams. I'm just busy being young-- let me try happy.

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