Dreaming

Isn't it strange?

It's odd how throughout our lives we spend so much time day dreaming, night dreaming, dreaming about futures, dreaming about events that could happen, never happened, or actually happened. All conjecture aside, I seem to go through phases of my life where I dream regularly, and other times when I don't dream at all.

In 6th grade I used to have reoccurring nightmares that would keep me awake late into the night, fearfully clutching my blankets in case what I had seen was real. The only time these nightmares would cease was on Sundays after going to church with my parents. I suppose something about a church building pushes away bad thoughts or something. I don't know, I'm not especially religious and would easily pin the correlation as my subconscious using what it knew about church and dreams to not torture me that night.

Anyway, these nightmares I used to have stopped when I started to take confidence in myself and hold my head up when I walked through the halls of my small town middle school. I was asked out by a few girls and the pleasure that I could be desirable to someone eased my mind I suppose. I didn't date any of them, that's a whole other blog with reasons in itself, but it was still nice to be wanted. A few years later, when I dated my first girlfriend I started dreaming regularly again, normally about her, sometimes about completely arbitrary things.

After the break-up, nightmares ensued again, but eventually I grew content in my niche of the world and they ceased. As did any dreams I had. When I dated another person a few years later, same thing happened, only without the nightmares at the end.

I suppose why I'm interested in this vein of thought right now is because for the past few days I've been dreaming about my girlfriend. It's always interesting to see what my subconscious has to throw at me, letting me waking mind push through it's glazed metaphors and tomfoolery. My most recent dream is halfway between a dream and a nightmare. I was falling, not  in any sort of scary way, but I was falling down a deep black hole. I could feel the wind flowing by and the way the air whipped my hair upwards past my eyes only increased the presence of the darkness around me and the velocity at which I fell. After however long this went for, I saw something in the distance. Hand outstretched, she reached out and took my hand while I fell. Bringing me closer towards her, and the falling slowed and it seemed like time stood still. I felt myself smile, physically or just mentally, I'm not sure, the color flowed back into the world around me the closer she got to me and we were above the Earth, floating through the void. Twinkling stars winked from far away and the blazing sun roared out from the center of the solar system. Looking down with her on the Earth, the blue sky was rimmed with sunlight as the sun broke over the curvature of the Earth. A sunrise from space. What better way to wake up in the morning?