you dream about the things you think of, it's only what your thoughts are composed of. the things we can think of, they're insane. we can create so many memories that could only be recognized in our own heads. my head. we daydream about how things might be if situations occurred differently, with the different outcomes than the ones we have now. maybe we wouldn't actually like the accurate outcomes. or maybe would like them a little too much. looking out the window isn't the same anymore. nothing bad happened, I just changed. it's so weird going back and reflecting. you start to realize how much changes in just one single day.
