Dreams are the result of our brain putting together little slices of memory into one big cake while we sleep. Sometimes the cake can be exquisite, sometimes absolutely disgusting and sometimes quite queer. That's not the same for me. My brain makes up weird concoctions and my cakes always, ALWAYS turn out queer.
This is just an introduction to what you will be reading in this blog. I sometimes tell my friends my dreams at school.
My opening sentence is always: "I had a weird dream last night."
Then Andrea would pipe up: "Jaz, it's not a weird dream as you always have them. Which means their normal."
Normal for me.
So this blog is all about my normal dreams.
Well, the ones I can remember really.
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