Last night I dreamed that I was back in college, hanging out with college friends. I told them I had been to and seen the future (which was my waking life, my life now) and while it wasn't perfect, it wasn't too bad. I reassured them that even though things wouldn't be what they expected, it wasn't too bad.
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Um, is that it?
I mean, I'm glad you don't think your life is bad, but still, it was a dream. No hobknobbing with Picasso? No falling off cliffs and then flying over the ocean? No hot nasty sex with Giselle Bundchen? No standing nude in church? Spice it up, my friend...
I don't post those dreams online.
I just found the dynamic of knowing that my present life was the future to my college-era self. It's also interesting that in the dream, I wanted to remain positive. I didn't have the heart to tell my friends about the Bush years.
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