Dreaming

Everyone dreams differently. Some, very vividly. Some, not so much. I don't dream. (Unless I eat Taco Bell after 8 PM) Every great while I will have a dream that I wake up from or remember. Otherwise, I am not aware of dreaming. I know some people remember all their dreams and can tell you if their dreams are in color or black and white. I have no idea. I think I dream in color, but I honestly don't know.

What does that say about me? Dull? Average? (Oh wait, thats another blog....)

I still recall, however, a dream, or rather, a nightmare I had as a child. It was a recurring nightmare and I would wake up in a cold sweat. It obviously wasn't any kind of premonition, as I've heard dreams can be, because it has never happened. In the nightmare, I am living in the house I grew up in and lived in at the time. My bedroom window overlooks the back yard (which now has a pool and privacy fence) which was (is) on an alley and across the alley was a nasty, ratty motel. In my dream, all my good friends lived in the motel and one night the motel caught fire and my friends are all yelling from their windows while the place is burning. And I'm just watching from my window. I know that I would wake from the dream in a panic, but I don't remember panicking in the dream. I know for a fact that I never wished ill on my friends!!

Whats funny is that I've never written about it before and as I write now, I'm quite certain I sound like a closet arsonist or serial killer! I never considered it anything but an outright nightmare! And I was too young to wonder about having it analyzed. Can't remember if I told my mom about it, but I think I did.

Even now, when I forget or don't care and eat that crazy Taco Bell too late, the dreams I have are never pleasant. Always bad dreams. Nothing vivid that sticks out in my memory, just that they are like horror movie type things. I don't like horror movies either.