Dreams

My dreams are so crazy! I've always been a dreamer, but sometimes I feel TORTURED in my dreams. Like my psyche is trying to get back at me for something. It probably is! Anyway, last night I dreamt that I was going the wrong direction on the brown line after school. The train turned into a bus and on the bus was a beautiful gray cat, that turned a rusty brown color in the sunlight. Then he turned into a dog that kept trying to kiss me (which I didn't want to do because he had vomit on his face)! Well at the last stop on the "brown line" I got off the train/bus because I needed to get back on another headed the opposite direction. I saw a grocery store that happened to have dog food right by the door. The bags were open because they sold it in bulk so I took a handful and put it into a plastic bag with the intention of leaving right away. Then over the intercom it was announced: "Would the lady who just stole the dog food come into the store and speak with the manager?" I motioned that it was just a tiny bit, that I wanted to feed the dog in the bus, but they told me that I would get arrested if I didn't hand it over. So I did.

In my next dream I was visiting this family - a typical nuclear family and the kids were teenagers. So the dad was a bit of a jerk and kept starting fights with the mom. All of a sudden the teenage boy grabs an axe off of the hearth (?- why there was an axe on the hearth I don't know) and starts swinging it around the house. He kept kitting furniture, but the person he was really after was his father! He finally hit his father and accidentally hit his sister too. The left side of his father's face fell because the top of his head was wounded so badly, but oddly enough he was okay enough to speak and walk around. The weird thing about this dream was that I was somehow there but not there. I knew what was going to happen before it happened, and for some reason I couldn't do anything about it.

So you probably thing I'm completely nuts, and to tell you the truth sometimes I feel that way when I wake up in the morning. I mean, this is a typical night of dreaming for me, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. This was what I dreamt this morning right before I woke up. I don't remember what I was dreaming the rest of the night, but you can bet it was equally as weird. Some people don't remember their dreams, and I have to admit sometimes I wish I was one of those people. I take some medication that can make dreams more vivid, but I dreamed like this before I started the medication.

Well, at least it makes for strange/interesting blog material, right? It is kinda fun to write about a dream while it is still fresh in the mind. It kinda helps to dispel the anxiety that I feel when I wake up from such dreams. Anyway, it can be fodder for all kinds of creative stuff if I would so choose! I think I'll opt to not give my dreams that much credit, though. A doctor once told me that they are the result of the brain's garbage disposal. I think that I really shouldn't give too much credence to them because if I did I might have an even harder time distinguishing between reality and fantasy. I'm a daydreamer too! I don't need more confusion!