The myrid dreamscapes of the troubled mind...
Yes, as the tital sugests, I was plauged by dreams last night. Dreams of the sort that you wish you never had, but you did. Dreams of the sort that are plesant dreams whilst dreaming, but upon wakeing turn to introspections of the minds eye. Dreams of the sort that one finds what was thought never found, only to find it missing once more...
Sorry for the poetic outburst, just a flight of fancy. Basically, I trust my dreams, I know they are my minds way of telling me something. Sometimes such messages are obvious, sometimes not, and I never know wether it is the surface moral or the inner moral which I need to listen to. This dream was one of those, not to mention the sheer rejection of the idea represented in the dream upon wakeing...well, maybe 20 minutes after waking, since my mind was off in space for those 20 minutes. In my dream...its hard to say it, even online. Okay, in my dream, a friend of mine and I were going out(yes, it was a girl, or else I would have jumped out my window). In the dream, it felt...idk, right. It made me really happy, a feeling I get rarely(and no, as I'm sure some people who read this will think, it was not a perverted dream). Of course, when I awoke, I felt the same as I always do, that that would be to awkward, that it would be too wierd to go out with her...but still, I can't shake that feeling of rightness...oh well, back to the wasteland of the real.
The vagabond from dreamscape to next-
-Matt
Sorry for the poetic outburst, just a flight of fancy. Basically, I trust my dreams, I know they are my minds way of telling me something. Sometimes such messages are obvious, sometimes not, and I never know wether it is the surface moral or the inner moral which I need to listen to. This dream was one of those, not to mention the sheer rejection of the idea represented in the dream upon wakeing...well, maybe 20 minutes after waking, since my mind was off in space for those 20 minutes. In my dream...its hard to say it, even online. Okay, in my dream, a friend of mine and I were going out(yes, it was a girl, or else I would have jumped out my window). In the dream, it felt...idk, right. It made me really happy, a feeling I get rarely(and no, as I'm sure some people who read this will think, it was not a perverted dream). Of course, when I awoke, I felt the same as I always do, that that would be to awkward, that it would be too wierd to go out with her...but still, I can't shake that feeling of rightness...oh well, back to the wasteland of the real.
The vagabond from dreamscape to next-
-Matt