Dreams
I love this idea that our bodies enter a state of rest where we shut out the outside world, and can create an imaginary world that only we get the chance to entering. And we aren’t the only ones on the planet that get to experience them. these precious pups have dreams of chasing things, and playing. watching their little paws twitch while they imagine something amazing.
When we dream we our brains process the information that we experienced throughout the day. it even believed that dreams can help us solid memories. There are good dreams, bad dreams, weird dreams, and even people who don’t dream. some people have dreams but can’t remember them. sometimes the brain keeps controlling the limbs and can cause people to do the craziest things in their sleep. for people with depression, sleep is an escape from a miserable existence and dreams can allow them a chance to have some reprieve. on the other hand, some people have nightmares so horrendous that they dread going to sleep.
For me, dreams are my chance to enter a world where I can do unbelievable things. I can soar through the skies like a bird, and sometimes as a bird. these are some of my favorites by far. other times I find myself as a viking sailing down a river looking for treasure. Some of my favorites involve me fighting a ghost or villain from a horror movie. the adrenaline of it is a great feeling. in the end I never truly feel scared of them though. it is more of a challenge to figure out how to defeat them. sometimes I even get rematches with them. I know i’m weird but hey I love it. if I play a video game or read a book too close to bed that’s all I dream about. the other night I worked on book 2 before bed and wound up having a great revelation for the story to come. now the rest of it was muddled garbage of ideas but that one nugget made wake up and write it down before doing anything else. And there are the times when I dream that I’m irresistible to someone and get to be in a relationship if only for just a night. when I was at my lowest point in college, I savored the two hours of sleep I got a night. now not all of my dreams are happy, I have plenty of sad ones. dreaming about your grandma who passed away is rough. plenty of times when I feel inadequate it comes out in my dreams.
Now given all of the above, the one thing I don’t do is wake up terrified because of a dream. there was only one time this happened to me that i can remember. The dream started with me in my bedroom as a little kids, probably 4 years old. My TV was on and making noise but I also heard a strange sound coming from my parents room. True to life, my parents room was only a few feet from mine. I wandered out into the small hallway and the sound grew louder and more distinct. Some one was cackling behind the closed door. I freaked out and slowly opened my parents door, just a crack to see inside. what greeted me, was the sight of a witch flying through the air above their bed on a broom stick. the room was several feet taller and easily five times larger than normal. My parents were on the bed below her, diced into hundreds of little pieces covered in blood. they some how saw me, and began screaming out to me in pain, telling me to run. I froze in the door way from the sheer terror of the scene. as the witch rushed towards me I suddenly woke up. it was an experience that I have never forgotten and probably never will. but now I’m curious, happy or sad, scary or funny, what dreams have stuck with you? how have they impacted your life?
I’m about 7 or 8. I am at the fair, in the middle of the fairgrounds with rides and people all around. I’m in a room with all glass walls and I’m scared. I try hitting the glass, yelling for help, but no one sees or hears me. Then my Dad walks in the door. He stands and laughs at me and walks back out the door leaving me scared, alone and confused.