posted on May, 12 2010 @ 02:33 AM
I dream every time I go to sleep, and alot of times just when Im resting my eyes and still conscious of reality like cars moving, radio playing, etc.
I dream so much and so lifelike, I almost do not look forward to sleep. Because it is a lie, and because the dreams usually outshine my real life.
Alot of times it is like I am apart of an extensive movie scene, in another city, meeting new people. I rarely if ever, see myself in a mirror in
dreams. What I am is a singular conscious entity, and totally assuming it is myself in charge. But I rarely see myself in any reflection. The majority
I see buildings, if I am the driver of a car, a passing pedestrian, an individual among the masses, or back home with my family, even those deceased.
It wouldnt be so bad if my dreams were based on memories, but they are not. They are experiances demanding to be experianced in dream form. Some can
make no sense for the purpose, and some can be exagerations of wierd circumstances. What confuses me is meeting people I have never seen, going to
places I have never been, or being with people of which I do not socialize in real life. Are these composites of real life rearranged and redone?
There are some dreams when I am walking a busy city street, and I know my way around, but when I wake up, I think to myself, I have never been to such
a street or neighborhood.
If these dreams were somehow inspired by hollywood movies, Im sure I would dream monsters, aliens, and space travel because I watch alot of science
fiction movies, but they are not.
It is a totally different source of reality which has nothing to do with movies, tv, or other media influences. They are my own personal journey
living in my soul. I actuall have more repor with people in my dreams than in real life. Its almost as if the mask of mistrust which we feel in the
real world has been eliminated, thus leaving candid thoughts, sayings, and motions of what people really think and feel, and outwardly expressed.
This is where the dream world lets me down. Because when I wake up, I am no longer free, but a hostage in a well carved restrictive world, unlike the
freedom to explore, express oneself, and socialize in another world made so strong, it feels like it actually exits. I would give anything to record
these dreams so that other people could see, and also able to document for myself. Perhaps deep into the future, man will be able to submit those
faint dreams into a hardcopy media form, so that it is more than a wisp of smoke.