I have the craziest dreams.
The first dream I remember is more of a recurring nightmare. I was Alice falling down the rabbit hole. I was probably somewhere between 4-6 years old, and when I would wake up with it, I would run into my parents' room and dive between them on the bed...snuggling into the covers and their combined warmth and protection. Their bedroom, in those moments, was a magical place for me, full of spots of light floating in front of my sleep-encrusted eyes not used to the darkness.
Later, I had other dreams. Lots of dreams, and lots of nightmares. Dreams about falling, hiding or being chased. Dreams about murderers killing everyone I know and love one by one and leaving me notes about who will be next. Me never finding the culprit or getting there in time to stop the violence.
Dreams about space travel, reunions with old friends from high school, college and all of my adventures.
Dreams about celebrities. Nick Stahl saved my life. Idris Elba was a pastor who was my friend. Matthew McConaughey and I got married, had a beautiful baby and lived at the beach.
My dreams are full color. They are exciting and terrifying and wonderful and out of the blue. Each night I look forward to whatever will bubble up from my subconscious. Apparently, it has a lot of explaining to do.
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