Still not learning.

I was recently considering the "futile" period of my life last year when two of my favorite sort-of-celebrities tweeted about my conundrum. They suffer from the same disease.
I consider this a good thing.

Let me being with the fact that it is now hot, and I now sleep with a fan. This fan brings back plenty of memories.
Like last year, when I had a dream.

It was like no other dream. It was so... real. And the next day, I had another wonderful dream. The day after, another. I became obsessed with sleeping and my dream world. I wanted to literally live in bed. I also began researching lucid dreaming. It's basically where you learn to control your dreams. I wanted to live a fantasy within my mind. I would go to bed early, in hopes that I would meet someone within my mind.

Typing this all out makes me feel crazy. Because it's pretty screwed up. My own life was boring, and I was becoming addicted to my imagination. Part of my still refers to this time as my "futile" period. But I was also extremely happy. I had a running list of all the people I had already "met" and another list of things I wanted to do. I would make my bed as comfy as possible.

The fan helped me sleep, but also kept me slightly aware. This small disturbance kept me at an ideal temperature, and allowed me to remember my dreams. I've heard that you always dream, but waking up naturally usually erases things from your memory. Alarm clocks can help you remember because they interrupt your thoughts, but they have to be the beepy kind. Music will distract you. But, by the same token, any alarm is just going to piss you off.


I don't know what this post was.
It's mostly just a collection of tangents on a basic topic.

I wanted it to be about how I'm strange, but it's justified because other people do it to. And I also wanted to say that I still have my dreaming spurts, but they're usually during a scool break where I have little stimulation.

I said everything. I don't feel like rewriting.

Good night.