Dreams and other Hallucinations...

I started on this tangent in a response to a post by Supersmash and as I rarely like to place novellas in others journals decided to leave my comments there and take my analysis home to my own Journal

Dreams
My dreams are generally very surrealistic, and very vivid.

A weird thing I have noticed about the dreams I remember is they tend to be repetitive or looping, where I will go through several almost indentical situations react differently and experience different results and move on.

The experience is best relayed as if one could watch a movie, only when something happened in the movie that one didnt like, one could rewind and watch the scene unfold slightly differently until it was resolved in a way to ones liking.

Of course I usually wake up sweating and trying to determine exactly what it all means before I forget it.

I believe dreams are either your mind trying to alert you to something which you are repressing or ignoring, or your mind working its way through possible situations to better prepare yourself for such events in real life.

Regardless, it still makes for an odd and fascinating ride...

Imaginary Friends, Heroes, Villains, and Lovers...

In my imagination I have all these things, and more. Not to mention my own private island, a palace in Corfu, and the list goes on.

I cant say I had much in the way of friends, real or imaginary as a young child, quite frankly the older I get the more I like children and hate adults. Where as in my youth I despised children and lusted after adults.

I have only myself to blame for the lack of childhood I experienced, from my first sentient moment, I realized the inherent weakness and useless of children, and strove from that point on to be one no longer.

In reflection, the degree to which we are fools doesn't change during our lives, only the context of our lunacy changes.

As I age, I find far more relevance and importance in such imaginary constructs, perhaps it is merely the degradation of my mind on the path to insanity.

My imagination dreams up my ideals,
My ideals become my ambitions,
My ambitions draft my goals.
My goals, over time and with work, become my reality...



Sub note: Supersmash has been sending me off on delightful tangents all day, so if you aren't already reading his journal, you should be...