When I was little I very rarely remembered my dreams. Although there were a few that I remember to this day. I won't talk about my dreams because when I do everyone seems to think I'm on drugs. But recently my dreams are all about either Doctor Who or Sherlock. But what's interesting about it is that my dreams always seem ridiculously realistic, at least for the past week. I wake up disappointed that it wasn't real. For most of my life I can tell I'm dreaming but that hasn't been the case. It's bloody awful, waking up from a dream of what I desire most to a boring room in a boring house in a boring life. Is it normal to desire adventure this much? to be this bored? I tell myself if I move away life will get interesting but I doubt that will happen. and Why haven't I ever felt like this before? I think its a result of all the free time exam break gives me. Maybe I need to wait for school to start then ill be busy and I won't be so bored.
Busy doing what though? School, band, theory, choir, youth group. That sounds boring. There has to be a better word for that. Boring... Hm. I'll see if there is one and get back to you all. I figured out why everyone loves the night sky. Because we look up and see a million billion stars and planets and solar systems and we know there ahs to be more out there. I suppose that's why I am a Christian rather than all my friends who are atheists. Because I have to believe that there's something more, something better and bigger and brighter than just silly little earth. I probably wont live to see more than this, but one day the human race will find aliens smarter than us and we will finally realize that we don't own the universe because we're actually pretty stupid.
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