I've been waking up dreaming for the past couple mornings. And I don't usually dream or remember them. The first two mornings of dreams, I tried to remember them and jot something down. But this morning, I was so delighted that there was another dream, I didn't bother trying to keep notes.
The dreams have not been earth-shattering or anything relating to my present life, and I wouldn't call them inspired. But I'm enamored that it's even happening in such a consistent manner.
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