It was just a dream

I hate to dream wonderful dreams, it’s better to dream nightmares because when you wake up you know it was just a dream and you can happily fall asleep again. But when you dream a good dream you dream and think it’s for real but then you wake up alone far from your families (most far away from my colombian family). It was my colombian family I dreamt about, how we were on vacation together and the sun was shining. Then I wake up and I have to study the whole day, well at least I have the vacation to Barcelona and the vacation to Colombia to look forward to.

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