JP9: Where do you think your dreams come from?
Okay, this is the first entry I'm writing where I actually fell asleep before getting around to writing it. Usually, I'm up 'till 1 am writing these, but it still counts as being the same day (right?). Last night, I was on an unexpected Skype call with Dana and Adelheid and then I had to finish some other unrelated writing. When all was said and done it was 3 am and so I guess that's my excuse...
My dreams have always been a mix of familiar surroundings, people, and illogical transitions. They're on the verge of being so quintessentially normal that I don't stop to think how bizarre they are until after I wake up. Bridge to Terabithia. That's what they kind of remind me of.
I find that I only dream when I fall into a deep and long slumber. And this has got my thinking... Would I care if I never had another dream? I can never recall what I dreamt unless I think about them the minute I wake up. Then again, the ones that I do make for really funny stories. I still remember certain dreams I had from over ten years ago. That's crazy. I don't think I consciously told myself to remember them. So, what am I going to remember about now? Yesterday, I was watching the mail lady cross the street to my house and thinking: it's probably just junk mail. I rarely get mail. Then, later that evening, I went to go get the mail and to my surprise I had two letters in my name. My first tax refund. Pretty cool, I think lol.
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| A photo from two years ago that I never posted... |
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