Dreams Do you ever dream? No, I don't mean nightmares about monsters and ghosts that you had when you were still young enough to wet the bed, or those visions of sugarplums that danced in your head on Christmas Eve. I'm talking about the dreams you have when you are just living your everyday, boring life. I'm talking about when you are alone, thoughts and ideas just seem to pop into your head, and those thoughts get you thinking, dreaming, and asking "what ifs".
Sometimes these such thoughts pop into my head while I lay awake in bed, while taking a shower, when I am in the car, or as I space out in front of the T.V. Sometimes, my mind wanders while I am "listening" to someone very boring drone on and on, or when I read a book or listen to the radio. But, no matter where I am when I get these thoughts, they all send me into my dream world.
My dream world is a world where I forget everything but the one thing that I am concentrating on. Many thoughts float around in my head. I just choose one and ponder it. Sometimes I even dream about having my crazy dreams.
Some of my favorite dreams are the "what ifs". In this part of my dream world, my problems change. I shed the problems that I must face in reality and take on a whole new set of problems that I might have faced if something in my life had gone differently.
I don't expect any of these dreams to come true, and I know that my problems will be right there waiting for me when I "wake up". But, as I jump into my dream world, only then do I feel free of everything that binds me in my everyday, monotonous life. I become so lost in the wonder, the happiness of my dream, that when I do wake up to reality, I feel refreshed and ready to face what I had previously put on hold in my real life.
There are times when I wake up that I feel a loss of everything I had left in my dreams. Some dreams wait there, in my subconscious mind, for me to recover another time. But many of them become lost forever. They are driven deep down to the extreme back of my mind, never to be recovered again. All that is left is the memory of the peace that it had given to me the first time that I had dreamt it.
My mind can act as a filing cabinet for my dreams. They are all there for me to recover at will. That gives me a great comfort and peace. I can wake up to my life refreshed and energized.
Now, back to that book I was reading. I'll store this drean in the recesses of my mind - maybe to be recovered someday. But, then again, maybe not.
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