Dreams

When i say i'm a professional dreamer, it's because i love dreaming. And do what you love, isn't that what they say? And love what you do. I love dreaming. It's an escape from reality. Last night i dreamt, like, seven different dreams. All about something or someone i love. Lé Pain, my brother, and the fact he never got his driver's licences. My dog, this teacher who's gorgeous. I dreamt i was cathcing up with friends in a bathroom, and someone tried to tell someone, we were talking in there. Oh god, the nerve of some people! So yeah... I dream. I dream about love, peace, parties, sex, money, traveling, wars, and weird things, like driving without any speeders, actually being a dog, or fighting with my sister, over some Christian Grey inspired guy. What? I like to write down my dreams, as if they're stories, use them for inspiration, ect. Let me explain one dream i had last night:

I was somewhere, where they have Lé Pain. I've been many places, where they have that café. France, New York, Amsterdam or Berlin (which one was it, where i visited the café? Both?), and many other's. I was ordring a latte, not that the latte they make is my fave, but i did, and instead i got this disg

usting cocoa, made on water. That's disgusting. I walked up to them, telling them what i really ordered, and then one of the baristas got mad at one of the other's, something about face cancer. That's not a thing, is it? And they walked away from me, and started to fight, and i was just so tired at this point, and then i see my dog running out on the road, and all these cars almost hit her, and i screamed at her, and she kept running, and she came back, unharmed, and i cried. And the baristas came back, and now they made me four icecoffees instead. Those idiots couldn't get anything right. But i accepted it, and i saw someone i knew, and left.

Something you should know about me; I'm always lonely. But sometimes i just don't want to see those i know. Sometimes i wish it was best to be alone. That way i wouldn't be so miserable about the fact, that i am - almost all the time, alone.

Love,

me.