Clueless Ink

Dear Diary,

I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, forgetting most of them—waking up in the middle of the night just to tell my partner, sometimes about daily chores, other times even about peeing (oops), and of course, the occasional nightmare.

My most recent dream was the scariest. I got my dream job and was so happy I questioned if it was real. In the middle of living it, I realized it was a dream and felt three conflicting emotions: joy for the job, fear it would end, and the sadness of waking up to reality.

On the other hand, have you ever had dreams so real that you start confusing them with actual memories? It makes you wonder if they really happened or were just in your head while sleeping. They mimic real life so closely, blurring the line between dream and reality.

And then there’s the dream that doesn’t mimic reality at all—the one so far from real life that you wish it were true. It’s the happiest dream, the one that leaves you with an ‘aaah’ when you wake up, like the polar opposite of a free-fall nightmare.

~Just another one of the thousands of thoughts I have in a day~