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When I was younger, I learned the importance of dreams.

There were flying dreams, and in those I use to fall a lot, but I'd always try again.

There were sex dreams, but they wern't real, in the sense that I really didn't know what to expect from sex, so they didn't reflect reality.

And then there were the bad dreams - not nightmares, just bad dreams... I'd dream I was in my old elementary school, and I'd be running around looking for the bathroom, having to pee like nobody's business. When I finally found the bathroom, all the toilets and urinals would be clogged and smelly. On the one occasion I actually said "fuck it!" and used one anyways, I discovered why my subconcious was attempting to make them unappealing...

I've only made that mistake once.

The best dreams, and the worst, at the same time, are the ones where you're in control of the dream... because sometimes, it's hard to tell that you're dreaming at all.

It's weird seeing the shit that you do when you're not worried about the constraints of reality - it's like an adventure on psychadelic drugs