Uninteresting Taste Of Life

Fig. 1. Henri-Edmond Cross, " Beach at Cabasson ", painting, 1892 I hate having dreams, unless they're good ones of course. Most of the times, it is just abstract and nightmares, and if I'm that superstitious, I would say, some things may easily communicate with me through the dreams. If I'm also that believer to a science, I would say, my daily activities have been too overwhelming, my brain could not stop working even when I'm sleeping (it is a fact indeed). Enough blabbering, my good copings for years have been writing, lots of writing, mostly fiction, but right now I want to write something that has happened within my head while I was unconscious. I need to give context of course, I have been working non stop for the last few months, it is my second job since before I've had my bachelor graduation. This time, involves documents and lots of relearning that I have to do with the 9th edition of the MLA citation style, the media literacy, and academic inte...