Dream On

I’ve always been a vivid dreamer. By that I mean I don’t just see images while I sleep. It’s like living out an entirely different life. I hear things, feel things, smell things and at times I swear I can even taste things. When I was younger I was convinced that whoever I dreamed of must be dreaming of me as well. Of course, as I grew up and the Backstreet Boys began starring in my dreams, I had to face the fact that my theory was entirely wrong.

My dreams still have the ability to completely rattle me. Dreams where my husband and I are fighting start me out in a horrible mood in the morning. Poor guy has to remind me that he hasn’t actually done anything to upset me!  Then there are the dreams I try to hold on to as my eyes open. There are nights where I see my father, healthy and happy, and when I wake up, just for a few brief moments, I forget that he’s been gone for years.

All dreams – good, bad, confusing as all hell- unlock a little piece of the puzzle known as life. Dreams give us exactly what we need each night. They bring to light our hopes and fears. They pull us closer to the people we miss. They promise a future and they hold on to our past.