No, no, this is not a song from Pierce the Veil. It's about my yet another crazy thoughts this afternoon. We have a small balcony, just an ordinary balcony with lots of plants here and there, and some crap (those 'oh I would never throw this because I may have to use it in the future' type of crap). So, there, you might ask, "What's so special about your crappy yet butterfly-and-caterpillar-haven balcony?"
Dreams. I'm always seeing our balcony in my dreams. Experts, as they say, dreams are just nothing more than electrical impulses by the brain, gathers your thoughts in a random manner, so there is really no meaning in every dream.."Anyways, I had this dream of just sitting in our balcony and gazing at the moon. Then the moon just keeps getting bigger and bigger that my lovely moonlit evening became a horrific nightmare. Another dream is about planets. I dreamt of sitting AGAIN on our balcony then I saw all planets (with the exception of the now extinct Earth), very huge (like staring at Eiffel Tower a hundred feet away), falling in a single line, like those doughnut holes in a Dunkin' Donut box. I had a lots of dreams with my crappy balcony. I could write a 7-part book if I'm going to tell everything and that will be entitled "The Balcony Saga" or "The Balcony, The Dream and the Psycho".
Is this in any way just a coincidence, a electrical-impulse, or just because there's a camias ginger lily tree beside our balcony? Hmm..
Dreams. I'm always seeing our balcony in my dreams. Experts, as they say, dreams are just nothing more than electrical impulses by the brain, gathers your thoughts in a random manner, so there is really no meaning in every dream.."Anyways, I had this dream of just sitting in our balcony and gazing at the moon. Then the moon just keeps getting bigger and bigger that my lovely moonlit evening became a horrific nightmare. Another dream is about planets. I dreamt of sitting AGAIN on our balcony then I saw all planets (with the exception of the now extinct Earth), very huge (like staring at Eiffel Tower a hundred feet away), falling in a single line, like those doughnut holes in a Dunkin' Donut box. I had a lots of dreams with my crappy balcony. I could write a 7-part book if I'm going to tell everything and that will be entitled "The Balcony Saga" or "The Balcony, The Dream and the Psycho".
Is this in any way just a coincidence, a electrical-impulse, or just because there's a camias ginger lily tree beside our balcony? Hmm..
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