Have you heard of a dream diary?

ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ It's where you write down the dreams you had that day. Yes. While you still remember them. Because once you go outside, you'll forget everything. ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ At first, dreams are so eccentric and vague that it's nothing more than a hobby, but as you keep writing, they start to mix with memories. Yes. My memories. The boundary between dream and memory becomes blurred. After all, you write a diary to remember, don't you? Recalling the details, composing the words—ah, can you see my face? Yes. My thoughts. ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

People often say you shouldn't keep a dream diary, don't they?

ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Why is it bad, you ask? You write a diary to remember. Recalling details, writing them down, organizing them. In that process, your brain ends up memorizing it. It's just like reviewing for your studies. And dreams vary from the bizarre to the mundane, right? For example, dreams of flying, dreams of being in a place you don't know, or more familiar ones... dreams that overlap with past memories, dreams of family—yesterday was fun, wasn't it! ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

It's the familiar dreams that are the scariest.

ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Mother, father, siblings, friends—they're right there next to me, talking to us. Shopping malls, schools, home. Your place of memories. Where have you been lately? Things like that stay in your memory. And what happens when they stay in your memory...? When you casually bring it up, like "Hey, remember when that happened?", the other person says, "Huh? Did that really happen?" ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Ah... of course, it's possible they just don't remember. Memories are hazy things, after all. ...But you see, it happens again and again. "That thing happened, right?" "Did it?" "We all went to play there together." "When was this?" "We didn't go." "What are you talking about?" ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

The stories stop matching up.

ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ That's when you finally realize you can't distinguish between reality and dreams. Oh, that was just a dream... you think. You realize your own memories are mixed with dreams. I don't know what's a dream anymore. I can't even tell which ones are my memories. ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

ㅤ⠀​​ㅤI can't even tell which ones are my memories anymore.

ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Right? ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ have a nice dream today too ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

ㅤ⠀​​ㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Play with me a lot!

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