Dreams

To me, the dreams I have each night are a luxury, and a blessing. I love remembering my dreams and analysing them when I wake each morning. There's something about the idea that anything is a possible inside a dream - inside your subconcious where the true creativity of your soul is set free, without the distraction of reality we're consistently faced with throughout our days. It's a whole different reality within itself, with constraints disregarded and logic non-existent. I love it that way. I've always thought that dreams have to mean something, have some relevence - you just have to be imaginative enough to find it, and break down the barriers of reasoning so superfluous when compared with the power of imagination. I record my dreams whenever I remember them. They can continue to fascinate me that way. And if ever I read them over way into the future, I can recall them almost exactly. That, I find special, and able to be treasured