I've always had strange and mystifying dreams as long as I can remember. Some dreams I can still recall pieces from as though they had really happened to me just yesterday, others fade away moments after I wake up. I can say one thing for certain: When I awake from a dream, regardless of the events, I find myself wanting to return to the life of the dream. Life in dreams is so much more interesting than reality. Giant praying mantis men with strange crystals growing from their back that threaten to end all life in the universe and only I am capable of stopping the catastrophe, haunted houses with the most horrifying and gruesome monsters and killings you couldn't even fathom...
I've talked to many people about their dreams and it seems most people have dreams that spread from reality, strange things happen, but most of the time their dreams take place on Earth or in familiar places. My dreams are different. My brain generates entire new worlds, landscapes, beings, and predicaments that could never happen on this planet. I don't really understand my dreams, it's rare that I am able to make any sort of connection between my dreams and my everyday living. This may be a longing for me to live the rest of my life in a entirely different atmosphere. To break free of the chains of my own mind in reality and create my own consciousness, a place where I can be excited and amazed and happy and free. I'm so bored with reality, dreams are my escape.
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