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[quintessentialy]

I woke up this morning with a bittersweet feeling. I was happy, I was extraordinarily happy. I had a dream, so realistic of a dream, where I was acting in a play, as well as helping paint the set, and so much other stuff. I felt good about it. The first part, the preparation has faded into my memory, leaving only spots of painting and whatnot, but

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[malice_16]

fuck, we are totally pulling a Kerouac and straight road-tripping this summer.

I think that's what ultimately pulled me back to lacrosse. I mean, honestly i'm so far out of shape it's embarrassing, but i'm sticking with it because i don't want to be at home.

Listen to "more than fine" by switchfoot. you agree.

I wish i had dreams, or rather, i wish i could remember them. I can't remember the last time I woke up, knowing i had dreamed the previous night.

Never settle for less than what you want.

[quintessentialy]

yeah i barely ever remember my dreams, but this one was so realistic and i was so happy it was incredible how real it was. That's never happened before to me in my life.