Dreams

I did mean to write about the many bizarre and vivid dreams I have been having of late. Instead, I changed the look of the blog, again. And after having some issues and muttering some expletives under my breath. I believe I'm finished for now. Which, incidentally won't be the last time the appearance changes.

But as night begins to wear on I notice the time. Hmm. almost time for me to pack it in so I can be bright and chipper for tomorrow. I have found something out about myself lately. That I'm really a night person. I have to make myself go to bed at a decent time and even though I do get up around 6:00 a.m. I'm a zombie to anyone I speak with. Which brings me to what this post is suppose to be about.

Dreams.

I dream in color all of the time. It was strange for me to hear that most people dream only in black and white and having dreams in color was unusual to some. I have never had a dream in black and white. Or should I say, I don't recall them.

Anyway, my dreams have been this:

I was staring out of a window of a house I once lived in. Next door was a field where there was shallow water and orca's were swimming in it. The water that was once shallow suddenly became deep and the orca's continued to swim across the field. I was calling out to a couple of people (who I don't recall) to come and see the whales. They continued along their journey. I remember that the water was a beautiful cobalt blue and I could smell the ocean outside.

Last night's dream was a flying dream. Which I love! I was in a building and there was an electrical storm outside. The feeling I had was that I was not frightened but actually felt very comfortable. Then Eric Northman appeared. Those who watch the series "True Blood" will know who I'm talking about. Those who don't. Well, Eric Northman is played by Alexander Skarsgard. He is tall, handsome and delicious. Anyway, he comes up behind me and asks if I'm ready to do the test. He takes my hand and we venture outside during the storm. I ask him if he is going to come with me but before he can answer I'm already in the sky. I'm soaring along enjoying the freedom, wondering if lightening will strike me down. Then a wave of panic comes over me. I'm I going to high? To fast? Next thing I know, I'm in a meadow and it is during autumn. I can smell the decay of leaves and wood burning. There is someone with me. A man, but I can't make out his face. But it feels comfortable.

Then I wake up!