Sweet dreams

Yesterday I dreamt that T.S. Eliot and I were playing in the snow with Nyla. It was late at night so it was dark, but the moonlight was bright, reflecting beautifully on the snow banks. Nyla was frolicking around like a little snow leopard. <3 (Note: It's not unusual for T.S. Eliot to be in my dream -- we seem to hang out together fairly often on the subconscious plane!)


A few years ago I started a "dream journal" in which I record some of my more notable dreams. I don't write down every dream; just the ones that seem significant, either because they were particularly funny/odd/scary or the more "insightful" dreams that felt like they have some important message or psychological significance. I seem to come up with some pretty "out there" stuff whilst sleeping....although I'm sure most people feel that way about their dreams. You may remember that one of my dreams was featured in Jesse Reklaw's "Slow Wave" web comic. One of these days I'd like to do a small "anthology" publication of excerpts from my little dream journal. (It would have to be a "best of".) Every now & then I flip through & re-read some of the dreams recorded in my journal. Some things in there are really bizarre and funny. Other entries are completely terrifying and violent.

Generally, dreams are my happy place. Even the nightmares are a form of "escapism" for me. In my dreams I get to hang out with cool people and do interesting things -- it's much better than real life!