As I understand it, we dream every night, but we don't always remember them. In fact, I can't tell you the last time I had a dream I remembered. It may be that I'm a light sleeper or maybe I'm watching too much television, but I miss waking up with that "mmm" feeling I get after an awesome dream.
When I was a kid, I dreamed a lot. In fact, for a period of time, most of my dreams were nightmares. I remember one recurring nightmare that I had up until I was seven or eight years old. My parents, my sister and I were driving and stopped along a country road in rural Maryland. My mother and father got out of the car and walked ahead to look at some flowers. My father picked a flower for my mother and as he's handing it to her, they both just disappeared. Just like that, my parents were gone. There's more to the nightmare, but even now, it's too confusing and terrifying to try to put to paper. Even for a writer.
But not all my dreams were terrifying. Some were simply mundane. And repetitive. So much so, that as a child, I wondered if the dreams were my real life and my real life was the dream.
Think about that for a moment. What if that wild and wonderful crazy dream world were your real life? Or what if the dream world was just…real? What if it existed on another plane and the time you spent there were just as vital to you as the time you spent awake?
Maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part. I certainly don't want the scary stuff to be real. Still, there have been some dreams that have been, well, too good not to wish they were true.
So what about you? Do you ever wish dreams came true?