My bed.

Am I the only one that feels this way?

During the day, we have lots of things to do, and during the day, we try to complete the entire task at hand, but when it is time to go to bed, we tend to think of all the things that we were supposed to do before hitting the pillows. I do love this part to some degree because my brain tends to go on a road trip. The hard part is when I am trying to go to sleep, and I can't seem to quiet my mind. I know that I am not the only one who feels this way, but knowing this information doesn't really help me because I find myself getting frustrated. I need answers like I need water and air, and sometimes the things that I think I want are not what I need, and this is where it gets tricky.

My bed is where I am supposed to rest, but I find myself fantasizing about all of the things that I could change about myself and my environment. The first thing that I think about is money and how it could change things for me in my current situation. Now don't get me wrong, I am grateful for all the little things that I have, like a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat, and a job that I can go to support myself.

Dreams during the night are fun and scary at the same time.

Last night I had dreams that made me travel back in time to places I have been, but the people in the dream were different. I was in my old neighborhood, and the surroundings were the same, but the people were not who they were. I saw a young lady with curly hair, and I instantly knew that she was biracial. She was so beautiful, and at the same time, she stopped to ask me a question, and for the life of me, I cannot answer her because I couldn't remember what the question was. The next thing I know, we are both in her apartment getting ready to go out for a while. Before we left, I was in this building alone, getting ready to read a book, but I do not remember what the book was that I was going to read. The young lady comes out of her apartment, and we walk outside; and I noticed another young lady, and she had on a white dress with blond hair. She saw me but kept on moving; the funny thing about this is that I feel like this lady knew me as well, but I can't be certain. I also felt the presence of my ex-boyfriend nearby, but I didn't see him around. Dreams can be tricky and funny at the same time. My dreams tend to leave me breathless when I wake, and most of the time, I cannot recall what the dreams were about. Most times, my dreams leave me clues to follow in the morning but then as soon as my eyes open, I have fragments of these dreams, and before I can get a chance to write them down, they are gone. It seems like it is always the dreams that I want to forget that stick around. The dreams that I want to stick around always have a habit of leaving, which is not cool at all. I want to remember my dreams to navigate life just a little bit better, but oh well, I guess that is how it goes sometimes.

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