I dream every night…🛌…that I’m working on Medium.
Reading, clapping, and commenting! It’s so real. Every single night.
I mean, a lot of people dream about writing, but this is at a whole new level!
Before Medium, I dreamt of different things I did fly in my dreams which were fun. I also did parkour in my dreams and it was a total blast! Sadly those dreams never stop by for a visit anymore. Those days are over.
While I sleep, I am reading all of your stuff. I actually like the dream reading more than actual reading. and I comment on your stories or poems in my dreams.
I comment brilliantly in my dreams, if I may say so myself!. Then I read the next piece. I am re-reading the stuff that I had read earlier that day.
My second read in my dreams is even more fabulous! Thank you guys!
Then I wake up and bask in the glory thinking of that story or poem. I roll over and open my eyes and feel confused.
Was I dreaming? No way! I wake up and find myself in bed while my computer is across the room. It takes a few minutes to realize that it actually didn’t happen.
