Dreams are the remnants of our childhood; all we have left to remind us of our youthful vigor, imagination and naiveté. Without these things we become prisoners of our own daily routines and self-consciousness... In my dreams I am often flying over beautiful landscapes that are covered with blossoming cherry trees. There is usually whimsical
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Now I kind of wish I dreamed like a song sung by Astrud Gilberto. :( I'm kind of jealous.
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