Last night I had a strange dream (it wasn't overly strange, just remembering it is), and I'd like to write everything I remember about it down before I forget, and share it with all those who read my blog.
Anyways, I dreamt that my family and I (well, my mom, my brother, and my moms boyfriend) had moved to a large apartment at the top of a skyscraper in what I assume is Vancouver.
The apartment, as I recall, was part of a very advanced looking tower, but once you got inside it, it looked like a house that had been built in the early 1900's. It had a deck, as I remember, and due to its height I was afraid to get near the railings. We had one of those swing-chairs on the deck, and every time I failed to get close enough to the railings due to fear of falling, I'd quickly move back to sit on the swing-chair.
I also recall waking up in the dream and standing up on my bed to look out and see a street crowded with traffic that oddly resembled a street on a slope that's viewable directly from the house I actually live in, not counting the fact that it had so much traffic.
I also recall having either breakfast, dinner, or lunch with my family with my moms boyfriend cracking jokes and then laughing quite hard at them.
Well, I thought I'd share before I forgot.
Thanks to anyone that read it, hope you found it interesting.
This will probably be the last blog of the day, so peace-out until the next time I decide to give the Internet a shout.
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