Dream a little dream of me!

After hearing about my dream, my girl Kafui said, "You always have weird dreams!" To that response I chuckle because when we were younger, she had a dream that we went to Chinatown to watch one of those X-rated movies. Yes she did! Then after watching those movies we went to a wedding and stole some cake. And let's not talk about the dream where she was chased around by an ape wearing a polka dotted dress...I believe that it was red with yellow polka dots. Who has weird dreams hon? lol!

I'll admit that Freud would have a field day with my dreams, but dang...I think with her dreams he would have quit his day job. :-D

Where do dreams come from? Sometimes people accuse me of eating late or watching a certain television show in order to get my dreams, but that is not always the case. According to Cinderella, "A dream is a wish your heart makes." Does that mean my friend wants to watch a porno while eating cake with an ape in a polka dotted dress sitting at her side? Does that mean that I want to go to Mexico to kidnap kids who were already kidnapped and then go and work/live at a prison for teens? I HOPE not! If so, then my vampire dream is just too wrong to have to do in real life. I think that sometimes dreams are just thoughts that our minds like to play out. They aren't meant to make any sense...but sometimes they do. Sometimes they make a person look at their life and question things.

I prefer daydreams myself. That way I can control what's happening in my mind and telling my own future. I could be a control freak...wouldn't you like to know!!! Lol... I have had dreams that are so vivid that when I wake up I can end up being very upset and the person who did me wrong or looking for that person that I fell absolutely in love with. For example, I had a dream where I fell in love with a guy who was blind. The dream felt so real that when I woke up, I almost expected a call from him. Have you ever had a dream where you entire body reacts? I'm not just talking about those little nasty dreams that people tend to have from time to time. I'm talking about the rest. I had one where my boy Jeremiah was circling my house trying to shoot me. I remember feeling so scared! I had to force myself to wake up because I felt my heart racing and I started to break out into a sweat. In my dream I was crawling from hiding spot to hiding spot terrified because I knew that he wanted to kill me. I don't know why he wanted to kill me, I just knew that he did.

Okay, I think I have analyzed enough about my dreams on this blog. The more deeper things in my life tend to end up in my journal, which I don't share with ANYONE! Sure, I have had people read them before without my permission and each and every one of them found something that I said about them and they didn't like it. In my eyes, they deserved it. Any time you read someone's personal thoughts, you open yourself up to their anger. It's just like when I came home from grad school during winter break. All of my stuff had been moved out of my house so I had to stay in my brother's room. He warned me one day and said, "I suggest that you don't look through my drawers. If you do and you find something that you don't...I don't want to hear about it." After he told me that...of course I snooped through his drawers (I know you're reading this big bro...lol. But it was your fault. I wasn't even thinking about snooping until you said what you said.) and I found a few things that freaked me out, but it was MY fault. Completely my fault. He was only trying to live in his space...just like when I write in my journal, all I'm trying to do is get some deep seeded anger out of me. Okay, I have to stop now. I'm about to hit another tangent. So before I type my fingers off, I'ma have to bid y'all adieu!!!!