i have a cousin who loves dreaming. day dreaming, dreaming while sleeping. all of it. im not much of a daydreamer now. but she, she made me love dreaming.

i love sleeping. lying around on the bed. waiting for it to come.
but now, sleeping has a whole new meaning to it. dreaming. its awesome. i thought i forgot the dreams i see. but all i needed to do was just remember. try to remember.
the dreams i see are, good. i haven't seen a nightmare yet. id like to keep it that way.
but in order to dream more, i have to sleep more. and thats affecting another part of my life.

*sigh

and now im torn between my dreamland and reality.

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