Dreams

Dream From the time I was 3 I've always been told and well, pretty much believed that dreams are wonderful, beautiful things, that make you want to burst out into song and...well you know what I mean.Think of all the songs that contain the word dream. The word dream just carries a beautiful connotation. Lies I tell you all lies! As of today, when the truth finally hit me, I'm putting them in my book right next to santa clause. Why I just now come to this conclusion astounds me but...oh well.

Think about it for a minute. When was the last time you actually had an amazing dream? I have never hopped around on clouds or had sugar plums dance in my head. Usually mine are filled with people trying to kill me, hiding from somebody or something, trying to get things done and can't, going to class in my birthday suit, my mother turning into hillary clinton, or then there's my favorite: I have tons to do the next day and I know it. I go to sleep completely stressed about it and dream that I get it all done and wake up to only have to do it ALL OVER AGAIN! what is that? I'm definitely not waking up singing, or whistling while I work as the case may be.

There have been some huge stressors in my life of late and I went to bed with them on my mind last night. I'm sure I dreamt of them all night but somewhere around 6 this morning it really started. I was having an amazing dream. EVERYTHING that was going wrong in my life was working out, I had tears of joy in my eyes when all of the sudden the dean's phone went off and I was shaken back into reality with "such and such isn't at work.Would you mind hunting them down?" You see my point? Amazing dream now turned into the worst thing ever, because I just went from heaven to...well I wouldn't say I went as far as hell, but you know what I mean. Quite frankly I could have really done without it.

But that's just the mental. Tell me how one get's chased with a knife but yet lies perfectly still. I'm here to submit to you that it doesn't happen. Quite often the pain I feel in my dream (that may have been from being stabbed in the back etc) is real. I honestly could use a chiropractor every morning from all my contortionism.

So in conclusion I'd like to vote that I just work out my life in real time when I have my complete and total brain. Sleeping is supposed to make the world go away... So why doesn't it?

Disclaimer: I know that some of the beautifulness refers to DAY dreaming. And yes as of this moment, I still support their cause.