The other night, I had a dream of living in dystopia and we (the good people) were taken into custody.

Last night, I had a dream of buying some fancy Egyptian cotton bedsheet sets, but the price went from $200 to $1,000 within a few months. 😲😲

I guess that's the proof there's no more cognitive disnonce in this head. It's in the subconscious now.

P.S. The pattern, color and texture of those Egyptian cotton sheets (soft pink/lavender-ish color) were divine.

I'm often amazed by the beautiful things I see and angelic sounds I hear in my dreams.

Sometimes it's very vivid colors; sometimes it's a master piece of classical music. At times, I can sing like a world-renouned opera singer. The most fun ones are when I can fly.

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Well, it seems like your dreams are more interesting and luxurious than the reality, even in dystopian times. Egyptian cotton sheets for $1,000? You know what they say: "Money can't buy you happiness but it can buy you ridiculously overpriced bed sheets." And who needs cognitive diszombie anyway when you have vivid dreams with beautiful colors and masterpieces of classical music? As for flying dreams, that is a totally cheap way to travel compared to actual airplane tickets! Dream on!