Why do we dream? What is the point? Is our subconcious just bored? And how on earth does a dream happen so quickly? How is it that between smacking that annoying alarm clock snooze button, and it’s repeat alarm 9 minutes later, you can have an entire dream? I also find it funny how in such a short span of time all remnants of that dream have floated away, like a thin wisp of smoke in a light breeze. And then during the day something happens that makes parts of it come flooding back.
*Opens the refrigerator* “oh my! Jimmy totally opened the refrigerator in my dream!! How weird is that!?”
I am one of those people that is a very vivid dreamer. Not like, hey I’m dreaming about my future, kinda dreamer, but a sleep dreamer. 
Of course these dreams never make any sense what-so-ever. Most of the time they have nothing to do with anything! Lately though, random things from my day-to-day life have been making an appearance and putting on a good show in my dreams. Some times I wake up crying, sometimes I wake up on the verge of a scream, or sometimes I even wake up due to the fact that I am giggling over something and the sound of my own laughter awakens me. I pose another question… how do these dreams have the power to move you to verbalize? Sometimes they even make you to sleep walk! (I am a big sleepwalker, which usually ends up with me waking up in a panic somewhere in my house…)
From crazy locations, to situations that will never come to pass, to eating ice cream on a jet plane, dreams are a strange thing.
So, readers, what do you think your dreams are about? Do you find meaning in your dreams? Solice perhaps? Or do you view them as a strange happenstance that will hopefully never happen in real life (or maybe, hopefully will! Who doesn’t want to be able to fly? Come on now! ).
