Dreams
I woke up very confused a few weeks ago. I had a strange dream. At different points in the dream, I was dating two different guys. Surprisingly, that wasn't the confusing part of the dream. The confusing part was that one of the guys was a coworker (um, hello, I don't know you well enough to start dreaming about you) and the other guy was the last guy I really liked. Like hardcore liked, but he is now happily married. Therefore, I was quite stunned to find him in my dreams. I haven't dreamed about him in quite awhile. As to the coworker, I didn't expect him to show up, but I can't say I'm averse to him appearing in my dreams again. Now before your mind goes to the gutter, the dream was quite clean. We were at a function of some sorts. Don't know what/where/why, but that's where we were.
Dreams are strange. I really wish I knew why dreams existed. Are they the deepest desires of your heart that you don't want to let out? Are you supposed to dissect them with a dream book you keep by your nightstand? Are they just random things strewn together in a sequence? What do they all mean? Are we communicating with each other in our sleep?
I remember the first and only time I dreamed in color. It freaked me out. Hardcore. Of course, the one and only time I dreamed in color it was about a boy I loved. Still do to an extent I think. I guess my brain knew he was special. I also remember having very vivid dreams about my father dying, two of my friends breaking up, and a friend going through a hard time. My father is very much alive, those two friends did break up...not that night, but they did have a bad night...and the friend was having a rough evening. Strange really.
Dreams are strange. I really wish I knew why dreams existed. Are they the deepest desires of your heart that you don't want to let out? Are you supposed to dissect them with a dream book you keep by your nightstand? Are they just random things strewn together in a sequence? What do they all mean? Are we communicating with each other in our sleep?
I remember the first and only time I dreamed in color. It freaked me out. Hardcore. Of course, the one and only time I dreamed in color it was about a boy I loved. Still do to an extent I think. I guess my brain knew he was special. I also remember having very vivid dreams about my father dying, two of my friends breaking up, and a friend going through a hard time. My father is very much alive, those two friends did break up...not that night, but they did have a bad night...and the friend was having a rough evening. Strange really.