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LUCID DREAMS.




Do we dream, do you suppose? In these moments of repose, they seem so perfect square. Living a quiet life, troubled by time limits-or of a limited version of ourselves. Them chains, holding us back from pursuing our hopes, maybe the only dream left for us was “hope”? Who knows? I hope we find out!

I won’t wonder, seeing a kid from Busokelo dreams of dreams while awake. I think lucid dreams bring a real-world into existence or is it just me? I hope I figure it out!

But then, what does success mean to you? Is it a dream brought to life? And what is life but what you make of it? Your dreams seem more dashed once you look into other’s buckets. I hope you figure it out!

Look at that boy, he must have those crazy and wild dreams you get after drinking too much porridge! To people’s astonishment, he woke up from his nightmare and became real! “Your illusion, your mistake”. I hope they figure it out!

Perhaps the best way is to dream and dream and dream while seeing No lights. Mhh? Because once the spark emerges you forget who you are. I hope she/he figures it out!

“ Never stop dreaming. Dreams do come true”. Gaily Coloured dreams. I hope we figure it out!

By Hope Mwaibanje.
Passionate about Genetics& Computer Science.
Day~Dreamer...




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