I had a dream this morning. Or this night. I can never tell how fast dreams pass by, but I had woken up this morning, remembering my dream.

Dreams are a funny thing. There are so many famous stories of dream inspiration. Like that guy who figured out the ring structure of Benzene from a dream about a coiled snake. Or some random famous author experiencing writer’s block at some point. My dreams… Well, the only thing they’ll ever inspire is some random ramble about dreams, and the only problem they’ll ever solve is the problem of me and my lack of REM sleep.

Yeah. I still like to believe they’re meaningful. I like to pretend I’m deep. I like to pretend that I’m some sort of genius in a really obscure way. I like to pretend that I’m alone in my pretending. I like to pretend I’m gonna remember the dream I had last night, and it’s gonna inspire some great work out of me. I’m already forgetting what I dreamt about though.

Somehow, that instant I woke up, I felt like I was onto something. Like I just realized something important. Dreams are this way. This is why some people say it’s a good idea to keep a dream log by your bed to write in whenever you wake up after a dream. As if I’d be focused enough to ever think of writing in a dream log after a dream. I can’t even remember a dream about 7 minutes after I woke up.

It’s 8:52 actually. A little earlier than I usually wake up on Sunday mornings. Actually, quite a bite earlier. I probably only had 5 hours of sleep, but I don’t even know. I feel the same as ever. I thought for a moment, I might drift back to sleep….

I had a dream this afternoon. I was thinking about dreams. I don’t even remember whether that was actually a dream or not. But, then a real dream sort of dream started. I feel like something important happened before this dream… like there was a first dream somewhere along the line I had forgotten. But you can never tell. Dreams just sort of continue.

My mom is now calling me to wake up. It’s 12:39… Rather late for a new morning but not unusual for me. I realize I have been sitting in my bed frozen for 10 whole minutes though. I continue to reiterate the events of my dream in my head as I dress myself.

I look at the mess of my brownish red hair in the mirror and can’t help but feel the irony of my dream. This person I see before me was a heroine? Nah, only when I get enough sleep. Only then can I hear the words, “Only you can save the world.” I was probably watching too much action on TV last night or something though. Or was it Friday? My memory gets skewed with the days when I try to remember too many things at once.

In my dream, I was falling somewhere. I didn’t know where I was falling, so I felt worried and anxious. I thought I was going to die. But then, there was a sudden flash, like a near-death experience I thought at first, and the flash somehow erased my worries. I forgot what it meant to fall. And I was transported into another world.

I was surrounded by people with no faces. They kept talking to me in a language I didn’t understand; all I could hear was a droning slur of barely distinguishable syllables. They made no gestures of any kind, so I couldn’t read their meanings in any way. So I had shouted out, “What does the future mean?!”

And they started droning on in their foreign language more intensely. The mix of their unvaried voices become a chorus of a sort, and like some great classical song, there was a climax, and in the climax, the world turned red. And suddenly, I was floating in nothingness.

I yelled, “Am I going to die?!” Pink fumes started appearing, and I held my breath in intuition. But nothing happened. I somehow started falling again. And I didn’t know where I was going. Somehow, all of this eventually became a laser show between me and the society of faceless humans.

Or at least that’s how I think it went. Dreams are perplexing things.

I am dressed now. There’s probably some leftover breakfast from the time a few hours ago when everyone else ate: my mom and my brother that is. It’s time to start a new day and forget dreams ever existed because in the long run, they won’t make me a genius.

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