What It Means to Dream

Please do not wake me.

For now, I am in a world all my own, created and empowered by my own subconscious and deepest thoughts.

A dark, mystical world where the conformity and constraints of reality can be ignored and anything is possible and free to occur.

I fly through a mist on a warm summer's night over the white waves of the rocky shore of an island on the Pacific.

I run through the streets, naked as a newborn, free as a bird and no one seems to provide a passing glance.

I stare into a lake of unknown creatures entombed in a murky, muddy water as I glide over the small body to the other shore.

I get onto a terrifying rollercoaster that shoots me into a never ending vertical drop.

I change the layout of well known buildings to connect with them and make them my very own.

I make love to an unknown yet perfect person.  Pure intentions and sweetness linger on my lips and emotions tug at my core for more, more, more. Until alas she is gone...

I drive at a speed not yet measurable to man as I look for my past and yet find a labyrinth of asphalt suspended hundreds of feet in the air without supports, suddenly ending as fate is handed to me. 

I get lost in a maze of childhood memories, in a series of tunnels of incredible colors, and the only way out, once it is found, is the very same never ending roller coaster of an almost impossible vertical drop.

I run from unknown creatures as I walk through a forest that will one day be my hell.  Filled with glowing, neon creatures of the night, buried beneath the Earth's surface so as to hide it from humanity and prevent one exiting the bowels of such fear, pain, anguish, and agony.  The whole place stinks of broken souls.

I scramble to retrieve my books as the clock moves faster and faster yet my motor skills fail me as I move at the pace of one who's been swallowed up in quicksand.

Then, finally, I'm walking along the cool sand of the Atlantic in a brisk breeze possessing such liberation only characteristic of that of the of the early morning hours.  As I watch the sun rise above the great, tumbling waters of the sea before me, I am reborn again.

These are what I dream.

My fantasies of such dynamic adventures that they cannot be ignored.
And I love each one, as each instills a certain emotion within my soul necessary to have made me the man I am today. An experience, a connection, a subconscious journey.  

Please do not wake me.  I'm only working