What I am about to type out right now holds some sort of significance, I feel.
I don’t always dream. Or at least I don’t remember my dreams. 802 more words
At the entrance of a Virtual Reality Dome, a sort of man-made universe in a biosphere, the blissful scene of an ocean sunset calls to me - as if to say “come and have a look.” I creep inside, barefoot and bewildered, trying to decipher what’s real and what’s fake. 307 more words
I think dreams can be just random creations of our sleeping mind, sometimes brought on by spicy foods or random happenings of the day. I think there are other types of dreams, that are visions meant for our minds and that no one else could have because they are for our divine guidance. 623 more words
Last night I dreamed I was in a cafeteria in college, and every time I got in a line for a kind of food I wanted, the cafeteria would sell out. 319 more words