Dreamland
This morning, I awoke thinking about how literal and highly interpretable my dreams were, last night. Over the past few months, I’ve awoken with this same thought — that my dreams of the night before had been directly related to what I had been feeling/thinking, or to what I had been watching on television. These types of dreams are in stark contrast to the dreams of my past. All of my life, my dreams have been kinda weird but pleasant and typically involved soaring leaps and bounds. My dreams have always been abstract and seldom had any people in them. It’s hard to describe how different I’ve been feeling lately when I wake up and realize that my dreams, like never before, were clearly about the very emotions and thoughts I had fallen asleep with, and included specific people who actually looked like their real world selves. Very strange, indeed.
I am logging this because the nature of my dreams of late are so unlike any dreams I have had before that I am convinced it is worth noting, at least for my posterity. I can hear them now, “Yessiree, ’twas back in aught eight that me Great-great-great Uncle Kelley had the classic DreamShift. As far as we know, nothing really came of it except in pictures it looks like he had more hair in his ears, after that.”
Biar jelas untuk log ini, tadi malam Michael bermimpi lagi tentang dia yang tersayang dalam hatiku…. aduh sakitnya…