I hear the crowds clamouring, the vast multitudes crying out, wondering, pondering… In great pounding waves their question crashes onto the shores of my consciousness, rolling the pebbles of my thoughts inÂ its surf.
“Why? Why, oh why, do you put your dreams online for others to see? Why bare your subconscious for all to see, and subject us to your bizarre REM ghosts? And also to your verbosity?”
And verily, unto you I deliver this answer:
Seriously. A blog’s pretty much a “do what you want” zone, so, why not a dream journal? ‘Cause that’s what it is; aÂ place for me to write down what is still kinda fresh in my mind in the morning. If at the same time it can keep other people even mildly entertained; if it can go towards my quota of exhibitionism; if it can fill up this blog… (dream = free content! Wheeeee! ^_^ )
My dreams are always fairly wild and vivid. I dream in surround sound and Technicolour, with a large Special Effects budget and occasionally some famous cast members. The ones I remember areÂ often even weirder than the average; they usually put a slightly bemused expression on my face for the day, you know, the one that says: “Where in ten thousand Hells and Heavens did I get THAT from??”
I figure, if it works for me, maybe it’ll work for you.
Oh, and if there’s interest for it, maybe others can post theirs as well – you know, make it something like a morning campfire, when outdoors folk gather around their coffee and share the shreds of their night, in between grunts, scratching, and the occasional fart…
Well, for all-male company anyways.