I've noticed that when I'm extra tired, the dreams I have are much more interesting and sometimes so active I wake up exhausted... and pissed!
I don't really remember what I was dreaming about, even moments after waking up, but I know my dreams are stifling my growth. Not growth like having sipped some of my mom's coffee stunted my ability to be tall, but in life. Not sure if I was shortchanged economically, emotionally or otherwise, but I just KNOW, that my dreams ability to draw things out way too long are really irritating me.
I know that whatever is going on in the dream is interesting, and it keeps leading to some magical golden point. But the dreams keeps elaborating on and on, beating a dead horse. Kind of like those online copy ads that keep telling you what a great product/service/opportunity you can have if you respond now.... oh but wait let us tell you more, by merely expounding on what we just said, but with different word orders and sentence structures, followed with some vaguely written "testimonials". YEAH YEAH YEAH, JUST GET TO THE G%$$@&^* POINT ALREADY!
Yeah, my dreams are kind of annoying like that. Yes, I've been sucked in, I'm interested in your story, but more so, I'm interested in what the point is, what golden nugget of information is going to hit my hears, bounce around my brain and make me better off for knowing it.
And you know what? Every time I think I am right at that point where I'm gonna hear it... I wake up! That stupid alarm clock, or my stupid bladder complaining about how it needs to be emptied right now or it will wet my bed, is always interrupting my dreams just when they are getting to the good and juicy part of the story.
I keep thinking that I'm going to learn the secret of life, or how to make my first billion dollars, by merely HEARING the next utterances of whoever is talking to me in my respective dreams. And I can FEEL it with every fiber of my being. Then that clock goes off or my bladder wakes me up, and I find myself thoroughly disappointed and irritated that I had my chances shot to hell because of having to wake up.
I'll let the rest of you take it from here... I'm sure I had something really important to tell all of you to conclude this blog post, but I can't seem to remember what it is...
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I used to keep journals of my dreams, especially the ones where I knew I was dreaming. I taught myself to fly in dreams, and would do little experiments. But one thing I couldn't do was get my dream characters to tell me secrets from 'beyond' or about my life purpose. Of course, I'd wake up and think, "hmmm, I'm in a world, it's different than the one I was just in, runs on different rules, but is it any more or less real?"
I'd love to be able to keep a journal of my dreams, but I can't even remember what they are by the time my eyes open and I realize the surreal world I was just in, is now gone.
I used to do the flying dreams, sometimes they were okay, liek the time I flew on my mattress like a magic carpet shortly after being rescued from death-by-shark in the pool that somehow was in the living room of a farmhouse we used to live in when I was like 6 or 7.
Othertimes, I find myself, again using the mattress, but flying about in my room, then expanded into an endless universe, but very dark, and just plain freaked out from some scary stuff. I finally realized I was dreaming, and became semiconcious enough to realize I had to move my sleep-paralyzed arm and smack the wall next to me to wake up...all the while my thumb was under my hip/leg making it even harder. Then I woke up, and I still had to wait 2 hours before I could go down and get into my Christmas stocking! How's that for a Christmas eve nightmare?!?!?
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