Apparently having extremely vivid dreams isn't very usual, but in my case it is very much a reality. In fact, my reality is in fact my dreams.
Most people like to go to bed to escape the weights of the day. When I go to bed, I brace myself for the dreams that I have to endure. My dreams are scewed replicas of my day, which is extremely haunting. All I want is to dream of ponies and rainbows like a normal person, but instead I dream of math class, dilemmas of the day, and random objects I see that stick in my mind somehow.
I suppose that maybe my creativity has completely disintegrated leaving me to dream about nothing of any importance. This is possible, but the more likely reason is that my brain has turned to melted jello due to studying every night for the past three nights, all night. Today, I caught myself staring at a ficus for seven straight, uninterrupted minutes. I don't know how that all started, but as I said, my mushy cranium has made me certifiably disturbed.
The worst part is, I know Ill be dreaming about that ficus in my slumber.
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