Bubbles of thought...

I remember many dreams - old and new. I could list them all if I had enough paper. Dreams of celebration and love... and nightmares. Those evil dreams of fear and death, of loneliness and of being forgotten. I've had many dreams. But I never seem to understand why, or what they mean. To be honest, I don't know how to describe the word 'dream', although I could say that they're bubbles of thought - exploding in my sleep, giving my brain the task to put the pieces of the puzzle back together...

                        ...although I don't think that my brain does a great job at it!

Nowadays (weeks, months) most of my dreams, even a few nightmares, have the most weirdest endings - the Hulk bursting in through the classroom doors and whisking away my maths teacher; some of my best friends suddenly changing from their uniforms to vegetable costumes... this list can go on forever! (I need some brain training...)

Even though they're not what I expected, it does give me something to talk about at lunch with my friends - we end up having a whale of a time, laughing our heads off everyday (you should hear some of their dreams)! The thought of some of the ones we've discussed still makes me smile. Heh, what our brains can do while we're asleep...