Okay, not feel. I know I would be. It's almost sad, really, how much my dreams affect my waking self. "But Emix," you say, "dreams are important. We all need to follow our dreams, so that we can be happy and sing in harmony together and hold hands around the Tree of Life".
Please. Obviously, thats not what I mean. English really should come up with a new word to distinguish the two meanings. I'm talking about those dreams I have when I'm deeply asleep. Like the one I had the other day, where I had a house party at my friend's house sitting client's place, while the family was still there. They had fifty dogs, a raccoon, and a giant ant eater. So no, I'm not gonna follow those dreams.
But as I was saying. Inception. I would be horribly and fearfully vulnerable to it.
My earliest realization was when I developed my crush on Luke Skywalker in the 6th grade. I had never even seen the freaking movies. For all I knew, Luke and Spock were best friends, going on intergalactic space missions to team up with Michael Jordan and save the Looney Toons. The only thing I was sure of was that in my dream, Luke had handed me a purple Light Saber, and we saved the freaking day.
My favorite animal was changed from cats to brown bears due to a dramatic tale of a bear cub and a young girl, who found each other by chance, and changed each others lives forever through circus performing and pirate ship invading. Batman was no longer an annoyingly overrated and powerless superhero because I sniffed him, and told him he smelt like 'money stew' (what?!). I started to like the zombie thing after a courageous "last stand" that me and my classmates took.
Point being: if you ever obtain the technology to plant yourself inside my dreams, you will become my arch enemy.
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