I was going to post a dream I'd had on here, but looking through my journal I realized that the ones that were good enough were (generally) too good to waste, letting them languish as just dreams. At some point, I am going to rewrite my interesting dreams as pieces of fiction, and see what comes of that. Still, I'll regale you with (what was at least to me) a strange thing that took place in a dream. Rather, it was just the dream itself.
This dream, the contents of which I have very specific plans for, lasted for three entire years. That actual period of dreaming was quite obviously less than that. But I am sure that during the brief time I was dreaming, I lived a very human three years as someone other than myself.
Dreams are such fascinating things, in that they transcend the laws we are bound by in waking life, yet at other times so very strongly reinforce them.
Dreaming is one of my favorite pastimes.
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I argued with Joseph about dreaming, or maybe I was the only person arguing.
ReplyDeleteThey are a sweet escape, but sometimes I get jealous of the dreams of others. WAY cooler than mine, but I'm happy with mine.
The brief sections I remember, always funny in the morning.
Liking dreams too much can be dangerous.