While We Are Sleeping

Dreams are very mystifying things. No one knows exactly why we dream, how they come about and how scientific things like REM sleep really apply to them. Apparently though dreams are a subconscious reality of sorts. The weird thing about it all is  you only have two solid options when it comes to dreaming. Either you remember everything you dreamt up that night, or you remember nothing at all. Yet and still you are left with that nagging twilight zone-y feeling that something you dreamt about was worth remembering. Most of the time I remember what I dream about when I sleep, it's been that way for me since I was a teeny tiny little girl and trust and believe it is not always a good thing. But last night for the first time since umm, ever I can't seem to remember what I dreamt about. Eerily enough though I DO remember how I felt during the dream and how ever disturbed that may be it gives me a tiny peace of mind. Honestly I believe that how you felt during a dream is just as important what happened in the  dream itself. Because we all know dream plot is relative but emotions always seem to tell the genuine story. So I guess that would be interesting to think about the next time someone is about to put their head to a pillow. One never really knows the kind of things they actually keep  inside until the digging begins. Really enlightening to see how deceitful we humans can be, especially to ourselves.