I’ve been writing quite a few posts about my dreams lately. Though I don’t have a special theme for this blog, it’s funny to notice what keeps coming up. I don’t think dreams always have a meaning, but they usually reflect what’s going on in your life, and they’re full of those feelings you try to hide youself from. In that way, dreams are like a very honest friend. That’s why it’s good to remember them: they’re a good indicator of how you’re doing.
And sometimes, they’re simply beautiful creations. Like good short movies. Little pieces of art.