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.