I love to sleep. More importantly I love to dream. There are some days I just want to sleep so I can dream. Sometimes I will remember more then one dream from the previous night. It’s weird how some of them can make you feel. Sometimes good, sometimes bad and sometimes you get this weird eerie feeling you just can’t explain. I prefer the good ones. 🙂
Sometimes I like to tell M about my dreams, depending on what they are. He, on the other hand, never has dreams. Well at least ones that he remembers. I think they “the scientists” have decided that people dream. As I’m typing this I am flooded with memories of old dreams. I find it odd some of the dreams I remember or more specifically only a small portions of a dream.
When I was a kid I can remember having one particular dream, several times. I would be in an all white room and there were large shapes though-out. But everything was white. Then when I would wake up I would throw up. I don’t know the correlation, if any between the dream and my getting sick. I just remember I would have that dream before I was sick.
There was another dream I had as a kid about a bridge. I think I more clearly remember the dream then what happened in real life. But I know that one day me and my parents were out riding on back-roads when we came to that bridge. This leads me to a dream I had right before I went to London. I dreamed I was at a beach. Or really a house and road on the beach. I was very surprised during our journey around London that lead to the small, quaint town of Southwold. As we were driving up to the beach, I was hit with flashes from my dream. It wasn’t identical but it was familiar enough that I was overwhelmed with what I was seeing. That I had been there before.
I’m not sure what all of this means or even how I got on this subject today. But hey, it works. I also dream about snakes ALOT. And alot of snakes. I have no idea what these dreams represent and google hasn’t offered much either. The funny part is the snakes never hurt me, nor do I seem to be scared of them (think Indiana Jones in the snake pit snakes).
Well this turned in to an odd blog today. 🙂
~k