Dreams

It's Mother's Day today. Happy mother's day to all the gorgeous moms out there!

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Today I woke up to a puzzling and weirdest dream ever. It wasn't scary like a horror kind but it feels scary nonetheless.

Usually my dreams have a story in it. But this one was weird. It keeps on jumping from one scene to another.

One minute I was an old woman crossing the street. Then the next minute I was a high school student teaching piano lessons to a toddler. How weird can this be? I am not musically inclined in the first place. Then I was on a beautiful beach with walking hand in hand with my husband.

I know why I was on the beach. I have been thinking a lot about our upcoming beach trip. But the rest of the dream was really weird.

I remember my professor in Social Science I. He asked us: what if our dreams are the reality and the reality we think it is, is really our dream?

I remember shaking my head. Our dreams couldn't be the reality. There's no continuity to our dreams. It simply is not possible.

So why do we really have dreams?