In the realm of my imagination I’m fearless. Climbing every mountain, and experiencing wonderful adventures. In reality there is only one drop of blood in my thimble. I have only experienced 1/1000th of my conceived plans.
I have wild, crazy, interesting dreams. Sometimes my dreams are as convoluted as the plots in mythology and other times as simple as falling rain. When I go to sleep I look forward to dreaming.
I look at dreaming as my cerebrum releasing what is stored in there. (My dreams are an outlet. A means to explore and enjoy those ideas and thoughts that would otherwise never come to fruition.) Making space for all those other thoughts it knows are going to be manifested in the next 24 hours.
I once dated a guy who said he doesn’t dream. I found that hard to believe. I mentioned to him maybe he just didn’t remember his dreams. He was adamant that he didn’t dream. I attributed this to a lack of imagination and as someone who hates to lose control. Someone who lacks imagination or who cannot live in the moment is not someone I want to be involved with. In my experience those types of folks see everything in black and white. In my world, there is black, white, and various shades of gray. I even throw in all the primary colors (why not?) Makes life a whole lot more interesting :-).
Hi, I feel the same way about dreaming. I love it and look forward to it. People who don’t dream or can’t remember—really lack substance. Dreams have everything to do with growth and our spiritual connection.