First post from the IPad

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What a good Friday this is.

Today, I woke up at 6am, 2.5 hours earlier than usual, because a dream told me to. Maybe it was the combination of reading GEB and The Sword of Truth (quite a Randian fantasy novel series) that rendered this wonderful dream.
I was awoken not by any nightmare of sorts, but felt a greater sense of peace. The room was dead quiet. No morning rush to classes, no roommate, no birdsongs.
I woke up in the middle of a dream and came to life, and has been enjoying great productivity ever since - shooting down homework tasks, debugging, self-introspection... Did it all before noon.

Perhaps I have found a reason to read novels - to have beautiful dreams.

Sometimes, I wonder if it is more appropriate to think of life as waking up in dreams and returning to them at night, or coming out from our own theatre of dreams to reality. Both ways work - its recursive anyway. And so many things seem to affect what one's view is. Introvert/extrovert, culture, lifestyle, work, imagination... Personally, I like the first view. I think It is what people with high life satisfaction call "living your dreams". The latter feels like slavery.

What do you think? How does this view affect you?