It's a shame the movie Inception was so shallow and stupid. Dreams are an amazing, mysterious part of the human experience. It's hard to imagine what's going on there. Sometimes, I imagine dreams are the way we connect to alternate realities. Random bits of temporal loops from of quantum realities. Other times, it is just bits and pieces of memory cobbled together in a way that allows the brain to process our day to day experience.
I've had some strange dreams, including dreaming my sister had a baby made of cling peaches and cream. It even talked.
Rare is the day I have wet dreams.... ah, sweet youth....
Although even those rarely played out the way I wanted. But when they did. -!!!!!! I was so disheartened to wake up, only to realize it was just a dream.
Most nights, I'd rather stay awake. My days are generally without worry or stress. But at night, I tend to dream Aliens or Giant Robots have come to earth for world domination. I'm running across fields where incredible swaths of sky are filled with menacing, attacking space ships or monsters.
I have had a recurring dream for years now where I'm responsible for the death of a missing person. And although I did not kill the person (?), I buried the person in the basement of the house I grew up in. Every now and then people come nervously close to discovering my shameful act. Last night, I dreamed I confessed the location of the body. The first hit of resolution to a dream I've had for years. I have no idea what it means or the significance of that moment. Although I woke to a great sense of relief.
The lure of Inception was the scene where the world folds on itself. I have dream images like that. Where I'm driving a car or standing on the top of a building. And the world suddenly drops off like its the edge of the world.
If I'm lucky, I dream I'm about to meet Joni Mitchell.
I do dream in color. What most amazes me about dreams is the power to create forms that have no origin in our waking life. I've dreamed art forms, imagined them so strongly I can still 'see' them while awake. How can one paint a painting or make a drawing in their sleep?
Of course, I wish some hot strapping man would walk through the door right now and force me down on his thick slab of juicy man cock.
If it happens, don't pinch me.