Yesterday I wrote about how my mind has seemed rather blank—that may be true, but my dreams are never lacking for details. Though I’m not sure the specifics matter as to what the dreams mean, I wonder if those detailed dreams keep me tired during my waking hours and get in the way of how well I can turn my waking dreams into reality. 472 more words
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The below is a quote from act 4 of Shakespeare’s The Tempest so it is, strictly speaking not a poem at all. However it is both poetical and beautiful, consequently I make no apology for including it here. 83 more words