Current mood:	confused
Current music:	Promise Me - Lea Salonga

'a dream is a wish your heart makes'...??
And there it goes again.

Everytime I wake up, event frames play in my head rewinding the so-called movie that ran in my sleep. Yes, I weirdly remember the odd flicks that I dream about. Mind you, I don't just remember-remember, but I see them happening again when I try to recall when I wake up. I find it rather strange because I used to forget dreams, but the wheel has been turning lately.

In the morning, my dreams leave me either laughing, crying, sobbing, and sometimes even laughing while crying. One time I woke up in tears---I dreamed that Karla got mad at me because I forgot to switch off the light OF THE SUN. Then a couple of weeks ago, I dreamed that I was some sea creature (mermaid?) and together with my aquatic friends we tried to escape from an evil sea tyrant and illegally lived on land...then my brother had a large pool with lots of fish living in it then I drank all the water because it was pink and I thought it was juice or something, then all the fish living there died! What the hell.

My dreams also revert my childhood. I always dream of my dad, our house at Valle 5, and chunks of nostalgic things. These are the dreams that make me want to sleep forever.

And the list of the strangest things goes on...

The Dream
by Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off waking toils,
They do divide our being; they become
A portion of ourselves as of our time,
And look like heralds of eternity;
They pass like spirits of the past -they speak
Like sibyls of the future; they have power -
The tyranny of pleasure and of pain;
They make us what we were not -what they will,
And shake us with the vision that's gone by,
The dread of vanished shadows -Are they so?
Is not the past all shadow? -What are they?
Creations of the mind? -The mind can make
Substances, and people planets of its own
With beings brighter than have been, and give
A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
I would recall a vision which I dreamed
Perchance in sleep -for in itself a thought,
A slumbering thought, is capable of years,
And curdles a long life into one hour.

~~~
Ditto, Lord Byron. :p

What then are dreams? I've read so many stuff about this and it seems that no one has ever really found the real sensible logic behind it. Is it just something created to "entertain" our minds because it's boring to be idly asleep? Or does it really mean something we've yet to find out? Is it like a candy-coated precaution or a series of what-ifs?

If the Freudian theory of sleep was correct (though very uhm...ahaha), then geez, I guess I must be scared :))