Dreams

A day or so ago I posted a short story that was roughly based on a dream that I had a few nights ago. It was a dream where someone I loved was taken from me too soon. The dream was about suicide to put it bluntly. Yeah, that is pretty brutal to think about.

I have always had weird dreams and I am the kind of person who spends hours after waking up googling what my dreams could have subconsciously meant.

Dreaming about death can mean a lot of things such as needing a wake up call for a situation that you need to end, it can mean that you are looking for an escape from something or it can mean that you are figuratively looking at killing an old habit in place of a new one.

But dreaming about someone you love committing suicide is a bit more difficult to find any information about online so I have been left to make my own conclusions. I blame it on the “time of the month”. Annoying hormones.

Why do we even dream anyway, what makes the pictures happen in my head and why do they even have any relevance to my emotions? I have been told that I have really weird dreams because I have a vivid imagination. Maybe that is why I want to be a writer?

I can imagine things pretty well in my head when I imagine a scene that I’m writing. I can always see it nice and clearly in my head. Verses when I try to write it out on a word document page it sounds clunky and rushed, I can never get it right.

Dreams aren’t the only thing that affect my ability to have an overactive but music always gives me some good ideas. The first book I started to write was inspired by one single song that I could imagine behind the backdrop music to a scene of a movie, based on my book.

What I don’t understand is when you get dreamless nights. When you go to sleep some nights and you just don’t dream, instead you just sit in a room of darkness all night and wake up feeling unrested. I hope that isn’t just me… please someone agree with me on that.

Don’t even get me started on the nightmares I get. Sometimes they are so scary that I get woken up, fighting for my breath and looking around my room at midnight for the danger. I can’t quite put my finger on what causes my nightmares exactly but honestly I’d love to talk to a professional about it at least once in my life.

Maybe I should keep a dream journal, maybe it would be interesting to read later in my life. I could probably fill an entire book with my weird but fascinating dreams. I could perhaps put more of my dreams into a short story format and post them on my vocal, someone somewhere would probably be interested in reading about the nonsense my brain comes up with in my sleep.

I don’t know, maybe the next time I have an interesting dream I’ll write it down the second I wake up. Hopefully it doesn’t sound clunky and boring when it’s down on paper.

The last piece I wrote about my dream was phrased in a way that tried to convey a message. It shows a person experiencing grief and not knowing what to do about it. I wrote it in a way that doesn’t specifically mention how the person was lost. I did this so that the reader can put their experiences in the place of the character in the story. Grief comes in many different ways including death, breakup of a relationship or breaking up with a friend. All these things can bring a huge amount of pain to people in their own way. Some people can handle grief better than others.

My dreams can sometimes help me figure out the way that I am feeling when I am awake but mostly they leave me confused about my true feelings. I wish I only had lucid dreams which I can control explicitly but life isn’t easy.

Do you have any weird dreams? Do you ever want to know what they mean?