I have really boring dreams. It’s just who I am. I rarely remember my dreams, and when I do, they’re like, “I counted my fingers and there were five!” (made up) or “I walked down the stairs in my dorm and then, when I got to the bottom, I woke up!” (not made up). If I were to follow my dreams, I would end up in Boring, Oregon (an actual place!).
But in India, I had my first boring dream that was ALSO THRILLING. It sounds impossible but that’s why I am here: to educate you. So:
I DREAMED
That I dreamed I cut my fingernails, but then I woke up and I actually didn’t.
THEN I WOKE UP AND
I actually had cut my fingernails.
I have never before had a dream that made me simultaneously think “WOAH NELLY! Am I in the Matrix? Is reality a social construct? OH MY GOD I need some sort of snack” and “This is so effing boring. Fingernails. I am dreaming about my own fingernails.”
It was groundbreaking.
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