Do you dream? Not in a “Someday I want to be on Broadway” kind of dream, but the kind of dreams you have when you’re sleeping. I do. A lot, I think.
Sometimes my dreams are so realistic that when I wake up, I have actually stop and think “Did that really happen?” I have really vivid dreams of being back in high school or being at work – sometimes in my current job or a previous one. But they always feel SO real to me. The other day I dreamed that I was in high school again, but it wasn’t my high school. I don’t know what school it was, but it wasn’t Millard North. In my dream, I knew I was in an Omaha Public School. I was in the lunch line to get a sandwich when a group of girls cut in front of me. Then, I was the last one to get my sandwich, which they messed up on (they put beets on it!), so they had to remake it. Jeff had been in line with me, but left to go grab a table. I never went to that school. I didn’t know Jeff in high school. Who puts beets on a sandwich? But I woke up and thought: “Did that really happen?”
Sometimes my dreams are positive – good things happen. Sometimes my dreams are negative – scary things happen. There’s been a few times that I’ve even woken up in the middle night scared because of a dream. But most of the time, my dreams are neutral – neither good nor bad. But they are so vivid. So real.
I don’t usually remember them for very long though, unless I talk about them right after I wake up. If I talk about them, then I can remember them. It’s only then that they get seared in my mind. Every so often, over breakfast, Jeff will ask me what I dreamt the night before.
What’s my point in telling you this? Don’t have one. Do you dream? Good stuff? Bad stuff?
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