I had a weird dream about my workplace and colleagues last night.

Not one of the better dreams.

Speakingof dreams, people say that it is when you don't dream that you get the best rest.

But I find dreams fascinating, and actually look forward to having them.

They're not always nice, but occassionally, there are the really nice ones!

Pretty ironic isn't it?

That in waking life, we're sitting around hoping for something nice to happen too.

Only difference is, that in dreams, you can't control the outcome of the events occuring.

But come to think of it, neither can you control it in waking life. Most of the times anyway.

The lines between reality and dreams are so blur.

Like a pencil marking that has been smudged, leaving a mere splodge to hint of that distinction.

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