Changes

So I've decided to change my theme for this blog. Mainly because I find I don't really have a ton of time to write, but to make up for it I have a lot of time to dream. Daydreaming and normal dreams in particular.

The average person dreams anywhere between 10-15 minutes, but you'd be amazed at some of the details that come out from them. I mean, for me personally, I remember a ton of details and sometimes whole sentences.

For example, yesterday morning my dream had me packing up on the last day of some trip I had taken with my younger sister and brother. I remember stopping for a moment folding a beach towel that wasn't mine, but I knew belonged to my family and couldn't recall seeing my siblings. I had gotten concerned and got up, trying to locate them, and from in front of the open door to where I was something ran by. I didn't get a good look at it, but for some reason I chased after this thing. My dream supplied me with Fox (that's what it was called) and whatever it was hit a door in the middle of the wall and disappeared into the keyhole in a blinding light. Call me crazy, but I continued to run after this thing and slammed into the door knob as well, but there was no impact. The next thing I know I'm stumbling to a halt inside this smooth stoned courtyard that looked like either pale gray or white marble, it reminded me a bit of a park actually. The next thing I know is I froze up and I hear someone shouting "Run Alice". I start running and I find this girl running next to me and then, we split directions. I skid around a corner and try crawling under a stone bench that didn't have more than 10 inches of clearance, but suddenly I become a small white kitten thing and I curl up facing a wall corner like "you can't see me" and then I woke up.

And then today was just as weird: I remember doing something with my family and then all of a sudden I'm shoved into this back room with someone hiding under a huge pile of laundry/blankets. I'm not entirely sure why, until I sneak out a back door and try to make my way to a van we had been using. Oddly enough there were people dressed in these white storm trooper armor with orange vests pulling random people. I kept thinking I needed to sneak into somewhere when I got grabbed from behind. I don't remember who grabbed me, but the next thing I know is I'm where I'm supposed to be, but to get to another place I had to sneak past a couple of people and I couldn't. It was like me and those who were grabbed were supposed to be slaves or something to our captors and for some reason I couldn't think myself as unremarkable enough to get to where I needed to be. What kept coming into focus for me was my odd hair coloring (which is exactly as it is now a couple of natural blond streaks in the front and lightened bangs)- like I would be remembered for it. Somehow I managed to get past a group of people and then I panicked and woke. It was really strange.

Amazing....hmmm. I know I have a hard copy dream diary, but I've lost it. And that makes me sad, because I've been having vivid dreams since I was a child and for some reason they were always important and special to me. Thankfully, this sort of gift contiues to flurish and gives me something to express myself and now I have another "safe" place to store them.