I Used to Have One.

Too bad it wasn't real. When me and my little sister were younger and we still shared a room, we used to pretend we had something that did that. Every night we would trade a few, telling each other only the basic stories of them. Our blankets held all the individual "tapes", and every once in a while we would trade entire libraries, and go to sleep convinced we were having each other's dreams. I really miss that.

Even more though, I really wish it was real. I would love to be able to see some of my dreams again. Or show them to somebody and find out what they mean. But only some of them.

The more i think about this, the more I'm a little glad it isn't real. Some of my dreams are better off staying in my head.

garbanzobean garbanzobean
22-25, F
Feb 13, 2009