I think dreams are just some kind of a mean joke played on humanity by god. And that little moment, when you've woken up, but you're still half-dreaming, so you're still believing those things in your head when you can see the ceiling fan, that's the part when god starts rolling on the floor.
I had a dream where i was Johnny Bravo. With green round glasses instead of black. And my twelve inch biceps. Saying "Whoa momma." And it seemed perfectly logical, everything. In honour of the dream, i have decided that Johnny shall now be an integral part of this page.
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In some cultures they believe the body has two souls, a fixed soul and a free soul. When you sleep your free soul leaves the body and travels. The experiences your free soul has is translated to you as dreams.
Isn't that a nice thought? :)
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