This afternoon I fell asleep for a moment. Dream. These days I have joined in steemit, said a friend I had met in a hotel room - at that time we were in the same room by chance when there are events in the city field. He said, steemit pay the authors. He invite me joined steemit.
Sorry, I'm rambling. want to know what happened in my dream. keep reading this article, if curiosity haunt. sorry I digress again.
in the dream, I felt an incredible joy, because a vote in writing continues to climb, starting from $ 0.01 to $ 1 bolted ++. I do not know how many details, but certainly the numbers I read very much.
The dream made me uncomfortable continue sleeping, why? because it was between the two lives that made me get caught; sleep / real. there is something uncomfortable about time travel. Sleep is not, awake is not.
I was awake, all the happiness that feels instantly disappeared. Turned out to vote that many had been just a dream, not reality. To be sure, then open mysteemit account, it is obvious that I was actually dreaming. And the dream is far from reality, because the vote was still silent unchanged. Just sharing mydream.