Dear Journal,
I had a cryptic dream.
I am dating Nash, who almost flunked school getting 35 per cent marks. He is jealous of people from our batch who unbelievably according to him did well. We are friends with many Africans and his mother is angry with him. The dream ends with these tiny silver things I'm eating and I ask someone to make a necklace out of it so that the tiny silver beads can be utilised.
What the hell does this dream mean?
I met Sandy adman who got 35 percent marks. May be my dream connected to him. May be I'll date a loser. Will I? Or may be the guy to enter my life thinks he's a loser. The Africans.... I have no clue what it means. I think of Africa as a culturally rich place. So culturally rich loser. Tiny silver things I'm eating that can be made into a bead necklace. I am consuming beads. Beads are pretty. I'm consuming lots of pretty things and I think of myself as a loser. Is that what it means?
Will life change to something? I'm aching for money and excitement in my life. Will those wishes be granted?
I'm sitting in office. I woke up quite late and reached office slightly late. I haven't brought cigarettes to work today. Hopefully, the day will pan out well.
Love,
Me.
I'm grateful for my job. It is truly rewarding.
I am grateful for this beautiful wonderful life.
I am grateful for this wonderful body.
I am grateful for my ever evolving soul.
I am grateful for this office.
I am grateful for my parents.
Love,
Me.
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