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Dream a Little Dream. . .

Dreams. I totally love dreams. I love having them, talking about them, telling people stories about my dreams and hearing theirs. This will more than likely not be the only time I talk about them, because they are SO MUCH FUN. I have some friends who unfortunately have informed me that this is not the case for everyone, and that some people mostly have bad experiences with the dreams they remember. That's really too bad, since I have a total blast in my own head.

I thought of this because I was just updating what I call, forgive the cheesy-cliche-ness, my dream journal. My friends know my love of empty journals and the possibilities they hold, and as a result, I have a number of journals that I will probably never be able to fill, since I'm not even done with my current ones. So, I decided to use one of them to write down the dreams that I remember and especially enjoyed or stuck out.

Anyway.

So I thought of this post because I was updating my dream journal about a trio of dreams I had the other day, each more random than the one before. It was one of those dreams that, when I woke up, I thought about for about a second and then pretty much died laughing. The most entertaining was part three.

There was about a friend of mine that I'd only had one or two conversations with at this point, who, after a wave hello in passing, suddenly said, "You know what? We should get married!"
I, not thinking this was weird AT ALL, said, "WE TOTALLY SHOULD!!!"
And then the rest of the dream, our apparent engagement party in which we didn't speak to each other at all.

That is the sort of random thing that goes through my strange little brain on a regular basis. I've had dreams in which friends of mine have saved the world from a giant tidal wave from space. Others, I've been going to prom and wandered off to find myself in a fun-house. And those are just some of the more tame ones I've had.

Like I said, I have a blast inside my own head. That's probably why I became a creative writing major- because some really entertaining things come out of my mind, whether I want them to or not. ; )

In high school, specifically in eleventh grade, they were kind of like my therapy. I had a class- computer programming- that I was not doing well in, which is not something that I am accustomed to, and do not respond well to. At. All. Between that and just being generally stressed and overwhelmed I was having a really awful year. I looked forward to going to bed, because for whatever reason, my imagined world was incredibly active at that time. It kept me sane for  the time that I needed it to. So in addition to being incredibly fun, dreams are also therapeutic for me.

Dreams have also given me inspiration. The unconscious mind has a tendency  to have excellent, if a little ridiculous and disjointed when they come about, ideas for stories. There are many times that I take snippets of my dreams and add them to my stories, or even base my stories off of them.

Well, that's what dreams mean for me and do for me. Before I finish, though, I will give you one more dream I've had, and hopefully it will entertain you as it did me. : )

Okay, so as a preface, I had been watching a WHOLE LOT of the wonderful and addictive British TV show Merlin, and so both the main character, Merlin, was a parts of my dream.

Okay, so I all of a sudden found myself in what appeared to be a large, emptied sandbox. There was a bad guy on a raised platform a few feet in front of the box. There were about 150 women that were in danger, and he told me that if I wanted to save them, I had to eat a strawberry for each of them. So, I had to eat 150 strawberries, and if I didn't die (...) then they would all be safe. Merlin came in at this point, and somehow realized my breaking point would be 149, so he worked it out so that I had one miss.
Through a series of events, including some of the strawberries becoming blue, cartoon snakes, I managed to eat all the strawberries I needed to, and didn't even get sick! The bad guy was annoyed about it, obviously, but he let me and the women go. Then Merlin was all excited and grabbed my hand, and then we ran out together and off into the distance. The end. : ) hehe!

Okay, with that bit of randomness, I'll leave you. Ta ta for now, my dears!

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