The first thing that I remembered to do was to write some poetry. There was a gutter next to me on the side of the road, so I said that there would be a poem on the gutter. It was on the metal thing, but I wanted it on paper so I could read it better. I ended up saying that I would do it in another dream. I gave the dream some clarity by feeling things. By this point, I decided that I was tired, so I just watched the beautiful Aurora Borealis for the rest of the dream until my alarm woke me up.
Does laziness carry over into your dreams also?
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