I don’t dream a lot. That’s what my official answer is, anyway.
I tend to dream more often when I write in my journal on a regular basis. Or if I’m being more creative. I’ve been writing in my journal a whole lot more. And I wrote a poem a day in November, so that might have something to do with it. That’s the excuse I’m going to give anyway.
When I do dream, it’s often in the land of the weird and/or scary.
So weird that I’m still uncomfortable saying them out loud. Thus why I’ll never keep a dream journal because someone in a hundred years will stumble upon it think, this person is a weirdo.
I am in fact a weirdo. I just don’t need anymore unintentional weirdness added.
I work. I come home. I (try) to read. I write sporadically (journal mostly.) I run errands and do things for the mother. I keep up with the shaving while listening to urban legends and/or Philip DeFranco. Because Philip DeFranco has such a strong, comforting voice in these troubled times. If you’ve never heard of him, you should look him up on YouTube. He is an online based newscaster/journalist, telling the most popular news stories as rounded and filled and unbiased as possible. I’ve never had a problem with him. I can always count on him for a good story.
I digress, as I usually do.
So last night I had a few dreams.
Totally and utterly scary. They were so scary I woke up from them. I didn’t think they were real or anything, but they felt real enough. Maybe I was just troubled by the dreams I was dreaming.
It’s kind of weird about dreams, aren’t they?
Nobody knows what they are or why we have them.
Some think it’s us trying to process information or emotions and thoughts about certain topics. If it is, then what kind of information and emotions am I trying to process because that’s too strange and weird for my comfort.
Maybe the more active we make our mind the more we dream. We’re thinking and exercising our mind more so of course it’s going to dream more. So why do we have dreams? Why do some have good dreams while others have all the weird ones?
I prefer to have the good dreams. I’ve only had a couple good dreams in my life and I don’t really remember them at all. I remember one dream where I was dreaming that I was dating someone and his son and I were sitting on the couch talking and playing games and he asked me when his father and I were going to get married so he could have a second mom. That one got to me. Because it was sweet, even if I never met the guy before.
Turns out said guy was not a very nice guy. Seems like my luck.
Another good dream I had was in high school and I wrote a note to this guy I liked and I was hanging out in a circle with my friends in the hallway and he joined us to talk. It was a very nice dream. But it turns out he’s gay.
My luck is that way, you know?
That’s all I remember. I wish I could understand dreams and why they happen. That would be awesome.