Dreams.

Now, to my knowledge, I don’t dream often. More so, I usually don’t remember them. Last night (or this morning?), I dreamt weird, strange things…

I was coming home from Nura’s house except I was running back home. I took my usual route but there, in the side of the street, where these monkey bars and like, jungle gyms. I jumped above the bars and climbed and ran across. To my disgust, there were spider webs all over the place but I’d just brush them off. It was bizarre.

Even stranger, was the rest of my dream, where I was intimately cuddling with one of my friends and then again, BOOM! I get up and start running around like Tarzan.

Ha! Who gets these things? I mean, dreams are internal thoughts, things you’ve seen throughout the day, just manifested when you’re in deep REM sleep, in a more fantastical manner.

There was this one time, where I was walking through a beautiful but damp meadow. I was in my own body, looking down at my feet when I noticed I was walking on blood. Blood! And there was this amazing color contrast between the greens and the red blood and my skin. Now, grass is symbol of success and prosperity, whereas, blood, can range within life, conflict and war. As to my bare feet, they imply a difficulty needed to be overcome. Go figure, how these things work. I only thought then: “How funny, love is a battlefield.”

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”