Here We Go

Okay, so I'm a dreamer.

And when I say that, I don't mean I have big goals in life (which I do) and secret ambitions (which I definitely have). No, when I say I'm a dreamer, I mean I dream. All the time.

Especially in the summer.

You see, this summer, I don't have a job. My two summer classes have kept me busy a total of three days since I've moved home. I'm rather friendless because all of my friends either have jobs or live elsewhere. I stay up late, wake up late, forget to eat lunch because I had breakfast an hour earlier, and I only shower if I'm actually going to leave the house. Sad, I know, but this lifestyle leaves me plenty of time to dream.

Being a creative writing major, I tend to think about stories whenever I'm not thinking about what is directly around me. Even then, my subconscious is stewing underneath my waking thoughts, always ready to spring something on me when I least expect it.

That's usually when I'm asleep.

And I don't just dream, not like most people. If I wake up in the middle of a dream and fall back asleep, I get that dream going again just because it's an interesting story. Usually it stays along the same path it was on before I woke up. Especially now, when I can sleep in until eleven without worrying about missing something exciting, I keep dreams going for a LONG time.

So that's why this is here.

Many of my dreams are epic stories of daring adventures, rescues, soap operas, and straight up weird. Rare is the dream where something normal happens. Sure, that's how a lot of people dream, but I feel like mine are a tiny bit more exciting.

And I am going to share.

Both for my sake and for yours, I'm going to write up my dreams. This way, I'll remember them better, and you can laugh at how weird I really am inside. It's a win-win situation here.

So welcome to my dreams.