
All right, I have a theory..
about dreams (.. *sigh* :P)
.So, You know when you dream, it's like you're a complete different person and it's almost as if you're not really yourself, but at the same time, you are..?
.My theory is that we're all unconscious of our souls being active in 2 different worlds.. Two totally different places; One of them being this one: the one we are in now, while still being awake.
Now the other one is when we finally go to bed, fall asleep. That's when our soul 'jumps' to another place, and our other half will become active.. While we sleep over HERE, our other parts are awake and active THERE.. Vice versa, when THEY are asleep, WE are the ones that are awake and active.
The lives we live over there are just as real as the lives we live here. We just don't know about eachother; We only wake up remembering vague things about what just happened to our other half. This is where our dreams come from!
wouldn't it be so beautiful if it were true? in my opinion it's quite plausible actually! Imagine that the beautiful or reminiscent dreams you have, were actually more real than you ever would've thought! The dreams about someone you miss, dreams about who you really wanna be, dreams where you have no worries whatsoever..
so.., yea.. This all suddenly occurred to me while i was in the train, while trying to study. guess my thoughts drifted off :P
speaking of trains.. I love sitting in trains! especially international trains, where there are almost always foreign people with you in the compartment!
Few weeks back, there was a Portuguese guy and a girl sitting almost right next to me! (H)
and yesterday, there were 3 Spanish-speaking people too! omgod I love the way Spanish sounds.. ~.~ haha
anyways, one of those 3 Spaniards was a decent-looking senior and he kinda made me think of my grandfather..
He lived in Spain, but sometimes came over to the Netherlands to visit the family here.. He was the only grandfather I had, and he was pretty gifted in stuff too.. there was a lot I could have (and wanted to) learn from him.. Too bad it's too late for that now. I often find my mother saying 'yea, you're grandfather really knew how to do that well'.
Ahh well.. I guess every Spanish decent-looking senior will remind me of him. Which is a good thing, cuz I like being reminded of him since I probably don't think about him enough nowadays..
Anyways, getting so late already =.= agh I always write my stories at like 4am, or so it seems! pff.. exams are coming up too, and I hate that I have such gaps in between my driving-lessons.. It's been a week since my last one, and I don't have another lesson until the 13th! that sucks.. I love driving!