I'm not sure when the dreams began, however, I recall being immersed in this mind-boggling, sometimes emotional, other times frightening, most definitely weird, and very often, mesmerizing and emotionally stimulating place, and I wanted more. It was and still is a safe addiction, and I am ok with that.
It became my 'thing'. Oh wow, would you look at the time, well let me turn in for the night because chances are I have something waiting for me in what always felt as if I was stepping into another realm of reality.
My imagination has always been on another level, which I believe lends a hand in where I allow my mind to go when I am resting. As a writer, I see it as a gift that keeps on giving.
My dreams have taken me to places full of the most beautiful colors. My dreams have taken me down dark and dreary roads that led to an open palace of floating pillows and peaceful music. My dreams have also led me on a search and find for a special person, only to stumble upon one single horse leg. In reality, the sight would make any person scream in horror, however, in my dream, I picked it up in hopes I would stumble upon this horse with 3 legs and somehow re-attach it. I recall a recurring dream when I was a teenager and it has never happened again. It's not too often that I dream of people close to me, family or friends, but it does happen here and there. The faces that I see are typically that of a stranger and the moment I awake the images forever vanish, never to return. There are nightmares, however, I realize that only happens when I have eaten something that didn't quite agree with me.
Dreams are weird. They reside on the other side of fear and allow my wild imagination to take flight!
"Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or Shakespeare." -H.F. Hedge
There was a period of time when I did not dream as often. I was in the middle of moving which is very stressful and I didn't feel relaxed. I grew a bit worried as dreaming was my getaway in a sense and I wanted them to return. In my past research on what dreams meant and why a person would have them so often I have read that dreams typically happen when a person is stressed or going through something mentally. I beg to differ and I can tell you that is quite the opposite. When the stress began to leave, my vivid dreams returned. Not every night, but very often. Describing the feeling is hard for someone who doesn't experience what I do, so I tend to keep them to myself unless they are just too weird not to share.
I used to keep a notepad by my bed to immediately jot down the details of my dreams and then google what it could possibly mean. It's my dream, so how would another person be able to tell me why I was floating on a magic carpet with my coworker.
Last night I dreamt I was in jail. I have no idea what I could have possibly done to land there, but I can tell you with great certainty when I awoke, I was in my nice cozy bed, smiling from ear to ear. I no longer wonder where my dreams come from, I simply allow my mind to run free and take me on a journey.
"This is how you do it; you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it's done. It's that easy, and that hard." -Neil Gaiman