On Dreams

I figured since I mention Remington so often on here,
and since his blog is titled "Dreams Under My Pillow"
I would finally get around to putting into words the things I think about dreams (all the time).

I love the dream world.
Whether or not it's in color, I can never remember when I wake up.
But it's definitely bold.
In my dreams, I never get anxious or embarrassed in the most awkward situations. I am finally able to live boldly. I've had dreams where I stand up to Lord Voldemort, when I know if it weren't a dream I would perish (and if it weren't a dream, it wouldn't happen...). I've had dreams where I stand up to killer midgets named Georgie, where I assert my Gryffindor-esque bravery unheard of in my waking world. And when I wake up I'm too scared to get out of bed because of the possibility that Georgie or Voldy will be outside my bedroom door.

I've had dreams where I punch people in the face. I've had dreams where I stand up to band moms who haven't given me the credit I deserve. I never have to think about what I'm going to say in my dream, it's always right. There are never consequences in my dreams for things I do 'wrong.' There are no causes and effects, and nothing makes sense. Things just happen. Sometimes really great things that make you want to stay asleep.

In the surreal world I watch while I'm sleeping, I love myself. Even if I wake up and say, "Wow, that was really dumb of me, I shouldn't have punched that person in the face. I'd never do that in real life," I still look upon that dream with satisfaction and triumph. 'Cos I didn't have to think about anything.

The more you think--- is not necessarily the more you know.