It's not so great.
The other day I dreamed that I was reading the biggest book I'd ever seen (in dreams), entitled The Index of Intracellular Matrices. And if that wasn't random enough, when I started to read through it I realized it was a sort of Encyclopedia of Everything, with one-liner descriptions for everything under the sun. After noticing that it was in no way in alphabetical order, I opened a random page and started to read about the Free Tibet movement.
Last weekend during an afternoon nap I was eating something very sweet and sickly, that tasted so strong it actually woke me up. Even for the first few seconds I still had that taste in my mouth.
I've also mentioned before that some of my dreams play like a movie and have original soundtrack. Now that I don't mind. Shame it's all gone when you wake up.
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