—At Least, I’m Pretty Sure I Do. It Feels Like I Do. When I Wake-Up Wake-Up, I’m Exhausted. Regardless Of How Long I’ve Laid There, I’m Exhausted.
It Doesn’t Make Sense.
I Remember My Dreams… …All Of My Dreams.
My Dreams Are (put mildly) Simply Fu*ked-Up.
All At The Same Time.
If Our Dreams Are A Reflection Of Ourselves, Our True Selves, Then I Sincerely Haven’t A Clue As To What To Say Next.
Perhaps I Sincerely Shouldn’t Have A Clue As To What To Say Next.
I Already Feel Like An “Odd Duck” In Many MANY Ways, So I Just Hope That, In This Instance, I’m No More Odd Than The Rest Of You.
Dreams Are A Very Funny Thing, My Peeps.
Sometimes, I Wish They’d Come True.
Sometimes, I Pray They Don’t Come True.
Sometimes, I Know They’re Going To Come True Whether I Want Them To Or Not.
Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes.
Let The Day Begin, Already.
Time, Brother, You’re Holding Me Up.
I’ve A Place To Go…
…A Person To See…
…A Life To Live.
Dreams…I have had a couple that are so perfect–it hurts in real time to leave them in the land of Nod. And one stand-out fearsome one like no other. Over decades ago now, but it scares me to my bones still.
BUT!! I have dreamed of heaven, Brad. There is a beach there! And this is for sure, because I have been there several times. There are people there with dreadlocks…
Does that happen to you? You go back to Dreamscapes?
I get night terrors sometimes. More than nightmares.
420 helps!! 😉
I sometimes remember my dreams and most of the time they’re pretty weird. I remember when I was a kid I had a recurring nightmare where I was chased by a giant bee.
Your dreams sound like my dreams. Mine are vivid, Technicolor, sometimes they run on from night to night and unfortunately for the most part they are terrible – blood and death and fields of fire and yeah, I’m not fond of sleep at all.
I remember my dreams from every night, very entertaining. Thinking of writing it down for book ideas or something 😀