So this young person comes out and he immediately stops and looks at me weird as if he was afraid of me. I didn't attack him and instead asked him if he knew what he was about to do to me and that i could have been hurt really bad. He didn't answer me he just stood there looking at me with wide eyes.
I am beginning to suspect that our minds have a director and a writer inside them who show us strange things and then have a laugh out of us trying to understand what they mean. I can imagine them right now saying "Oh lets throw Tom cruise in this sequencce just for the fun of it and let him sort it out!" and then laughing uncontrollably.
Anyway i'm glad i remember those dreams and i am glad i almost always remember them cause that means my mind is in a good place. The only time i can recall that i didn't remember my dreams was 3 years ago... ;)
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