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So for the past 3 or 4 weeks, when I remember my dreams, it is because I wake up in the middle of them sweating bullets and screaming. Never in my life has this happened to me.
First I dreamt my brother was being set on fire and I couldn't scream to get his attention, woke up screaming so loud, and another time I dreamt that I was eating a hot dog and it had spiders in it, and the spiders started crawling down my throat, and I kept throwing up, and when I woke up i had part of my pillow in my mouth...
so to have a good dream for a change would be a positive thing, right?
Wrong...
Last night I had the most blissful dream I can ever remember, and waking up from it depressed me for the rest of the day. That's how good it was.
As this dream went, someone new was arriving to work on our staff (I'm an RA at my Uni)...it was a girl, and she was gorgeous, and so we got to talking and found out we were wild about each other. The timeframe of the dream must have been very fast, as if zipping through the stages of getting into a relationship, but in my dream I was head over heels hopelessly in love with this girl. Something I can't describe in words. It was just a perfect feeling, nothing I've ever felt compares. And after a long dream, in regards to the time frame in which it lasted (Probably about 2 years, also unusual for my dreams, which are often 'real time' or lucid) I woke up smiling brightly. Until I realized it was only a dream, and my alarm was waking me from it. I got up. Looked around. Searched for any shred of evidence that this girl existed, and when I realized she didn't I felt crushed.
Turned off my alarm, crawled back into bed, and tried my hardest to fall back asleep and start dreaming again...
...and I did. It was very short. I was in the staff office with another RA, a friend of mine, talking about this girl. We talked for what seemed like hours, but also felt like minutes. When I returned to my room she was there, and I got that feeling again. That blissful feeling I cannot describe. And yet again, I woke up to my alarm. Feeling more depressed than before, I made breakfast took a shower, came back, and decided to skip classes. I can't tell you what I did all day. I don't even remember it...8 hours just flew by, and my friends at dinner noticed something was different about me, that I didn't seem myself...
so it's been a very very depressing day, all because of this dream. I didn't think any dream could be that powerful, but apparently so.
Anyways, i wanted to write this out, but of course you can discuss the topic of dreams, or just pyschoanalyze mine
First I dreamt my brother was being set on fire and I couldn't scream to get his attention, woke up screaming so loud, and another time I dreamt that I was eating a hot dog and it had spiders in it, and the spiders started crawling down my throat, and I kept throwing up, and when I woke up i had part of my pillow in my mouth...
so to have a good dream for a change would be a positive thing, right?
Wrong...
Last night I had the most blissful dream I can ever remember, and waking up from it depressed me for the rest of the day. That's how good it was.
As this dream went, someone new was arriving to work on our staff (I'm an RA at my Uni)...it was a girl, and she was gorgeous, and so we got to talking and found out we were wild about each other. The timeframe of the dream must have been very fast, as if zipping through the stages of getting into a relationship, but in my dream I was head over heels hopelessly in love with this girl. Something I can't describe in words. It was just a perfect feeling, nothing I've ever felt compares. And after a long dream, in regards to the time frame in which it lasted (Probably about 2 years, also unusual for my dreams, which are often 'real time' or lucid) I woke up smiling brightly. Until I realized it was only a dream, and my alarm was waking me from it. I got up. Looked around. Searched for any shred of evidence that this girl existed, and when I realized she didn't I felt crushed.
Turned off my alarm, crawled back into bed, and tried my hardest to fall back asleep and start dreaming again...
...and I did. It was very short. I was in the staff office with another RA, a friend of mine, talking about this girl. We talked for what seemed like hours, but also felt like minutes. When I returned to my room she was there, and I got that feeling again. That blissful feeling I cannot describe. And yet again, I woke up to my alarm. Feeling more depressed than before, I made breakfast took a shower, came back, and decided to skip classes. I can't tell you what I did all day. I don't even remember it...8 hours just flew by, and my friends at dinner noticed something was different about me, that I didn't seem myself...
so it's been a very very depressing day, all because of this dream. I didn't think any dream could be that powerful, but apparently so.
Anyways, i wanted to write this out, but of course you can discuss the topic of dreams, or just pyschoanalyze mine
Stuff that can't be printed here, too. 
ACK!
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