every night before bed i think and think and think. i hope, i wish and pray for the nights sleep to bring me the dream i long for. i wonder at the thought of having the dream of my dreams contained within a lucid dream. knowing that i can control it. twist it at my whim. why can't my subconscious let me have this? i dream of other things and yes, i am glad for them because it allows me a form of escape from a mundane existence, but, i want my ultimate dream. i want it and i want to awaken with remembrance of it. wouldn't it be a laugh if i've dreamed it a thousand times over only to awaken with no memory of it?
�I have for the first time found what I can truly love�I have found you. You are my sympathy�my better self�my good angel�I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you�and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.�
― Charlotte Bront�, Jane Eyre
2:00 p.m. - August 30, 2012
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