D is for "Day late." It's also for dreams

D is a day late, because I didn't have anything to write about. But now I do. And E will be on time today as well.


D is for Dreams. You know, the kind you have at night when you're sleeping. Not the hopes for the future (though those are good too!)


I have been having the wackiest dreams since we moved into our new apartment. I mean, yeah, dreams are weird and strange things happen in them, but the characters in my dreams are always physically accurate. People in my dreams don't fly and cat's don't bark. Magical powers? Rarely, and always appear as special magical abilities, rather than the norm in what world I dream in.

But since we moved into our new apartment, all sorts of weird, unrealistic stuff has been cropping up in my dreams. Last night was the first time I can ever remember having a flying dream. I've heard they're common, but I can't remember having one before. But last night I was flying all over the place, rescuing kittens. A few nights ago, turtles were speaking English like it was no big deal. These things don't happen in my dreams. My dreams are more like I'm seeing through the eyes of some normal person, but the person isn't me (usually). I am inside the body of a 5 year old with two older brothers, and the dream is just a segment of that child's life. Certainly that isn't my life, and that 5 year old isn't me, even though she is. It's like that. That's what my dreams have always been.

Sometimes, after I've just read a book, or written something, I'll put myself in that world, and if in that world, flying people are normal, THEN I might have flying people in my dream. But that's rare. And I haven't had the time lately to read or write.

I'm wondering if it's something in the air, or just my body reacting weird to sleeping in a new place. I dunno. But the dreams confuse me so much that it wakes me up. "Melody, why are you flying people don't fly?" and I wake up. Maybe I'm just not sleeping deeply enough.

Ah well. This was a crap post. Sorry guys!