Living the Dream

I am someone who truly loves to sleep. Honestly I can justify sleeping at any point in the day. Whether it's a six hour nap or a 10 minute one, I am all for it. The best part of sleeping is being able to dream. And I swear I have the weirdest dreams in the world. I once had a dream where I just sat on a motorcycle and didn't move for the whole night. I would love to have a dream interpreter tell me what that means. They would probably come up with something weird, tell me that I'm scared of change or losing my family, or anything along those lines. But I don't think you can even look too far into my dreams, because they are just weird. And I'm starting to pull full on Inception moves, I can now control what I do. This is both really strange and awesome at the same time. I will be making decisions in my dreams that I can truly choose. It's amazing because it finally feels like I have control over my life. Even though my dreams are far from real life. And people think I'm dark because I've always said I would rather have nightmares than dreams. No, I'm not someone who sits around in a dark room and thinks about pain. I just prefer waking up from a nightmare than a dream. Waking up from a dream you're convinced you just inherited millions of dollars, or finally met the love of your life. And then you wake up single in a crappy dorm room, wondering where your butler and hot model husband are. And then when you realize that it was not only a dream but probably not in the cards for you at all, it sucks. But on the other hand, when you wake up screaming from evil men chasing you in your night mare you are comforted by your bed and satisfied with your dorm room and anything that's familiar. Nightmares really just remind you that things in your life could be a lot worse. You realize in real life you're able to scream and run when you need to. It's not like how in a nightmares when you're being chased but you're like a cartoon, and you legs are moving but you are standing still, right in arms length of the villain. Or you try your hardest to scream but nothing but a whisper comes out. What's even weirder is when there is a person in your dream that you've never met or haven't seen in years. How does this happen? You cannot tell me that subconsciously I was thinking about the face that I've seen once but never met, right before I dreamed about them. And it's even weirder when you can't remember who was in your dream until you see a stranger the next day, and like a movie the images all come pouring back into your brain. Lately I've just been fascinated with dreams. And I can't wait to go to bed tonight so I can have another one. Hopefully it will be another really weird one. Or maybe, it will pick up where it left off last night. When I woke up, I was just about to fight off scary pirates and interrogate them until they showed me where they hide the treasure. This is honestly the kind of things I dream about, and yes, I realize I'm no longer 10 years old.