I tell myself if I am ever to write seriously or on a dare it would be a paper in the field of literature (that would result in people never reading Ngugi wa Thiong’o again) or one in psycho-linguistics that would change how we think/see the subject. But here I am about to majorly whine about how I am having weird dreams I have trouble understanding or even remembering. Of course for the former to happen the latter should be a constant event. I need to wake up and remember all that I dreamed about. I keep feeling every time I wake up that the cowboy just ran off. The guy awarding me the the power to read even harder just changed his mind. So the forgetfulness is it a sign that am forgetting things I should remember? Freud does point out dreams are born in our daily experiences. So maybe subconsciously am afraid I will forget to breath, read as often as o should, go to work, eat… It would be horrible if I forgot any of them since I love them all dearly save for work which is a necessary pain.
Point is I really want to remember my dreams like I used to when I was a kid, one dream sticks out. I dreamed I had long flowing hair that I ran a comb throw without any trouble (I have super-hard kinky hair). I woke up and nearly cried or maybe it wasn’t the hair its the opportunity to make my sisters and others jealous.
Ok so this has gone nowhere and I better stop because I already forgot what my point was. Also Freud like Holmes did Coke so that something …
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