We all are living in a dream, but life ain’t what it seems.

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I really need to talk to a dream psychologist or something. For many, many years, I’ve dreamed about my grandma who died in 2005. Every dream is always that she was dead but somehow isn’t anymore. Sometimes I even know it’s a dream. The same thing has been happening more often featuring my grandpa too, who passed in 2013.

For months and months, probably at least since the pandemic began, I’ve dreamed that I either cannot open my eyes or if I do open them, I can’t see and everything is blurry. More blurry even than my real vision (lol).

Even more recently, I’ve started dreaming that I can’t speak. Either I am hoarse and can barely make a sound, or the louder I try to scream, the less noise I am able to make.

I hate it.

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