Monday, May 20, 2013
Did you ever wonder if your dreams were rather like Alice's? A way of looking thru the looking glass into a strange and wonderful world were nothing was quite as it seemed? Were you could have tea with a Mad Hatter? Talk to a rabbit in a waist coat? Play croquet with the Red Queen with a pink flamingo that was incredibly tickilish any time you tried to pick it up to whack a ball that was actually a hedge hog?
I must admit when I was younger I used to imagine I was rather like Alice. Everytime it would rain I'd imagine that the sound of the rain was the sound of the cards running about on the roof getting things ready for the Queen. or that it was the flying monkies from the Wizard of Oz getting ready to go off on a flight. (I have always had a wonderful imagination). It's served me rather well actually.
Sometimes my dreams are rather surreal and help me find things that I have misplaced (which is rather useful). Other times my dreams make me wake up to let me know that something is going on around me that needs my attention. (Take for instance the night that I had a peeping tom literally right outside my window). I've often wondered if my dreams are a prelude to my reality or if they are just that a dream.
I've had dreams that have freaked me out to the point that I have refused to go back to sleep because I was afraid that I'd dream about them again. Does this make me odd?