Dreaming is a strange phenomenon to me. It makes me feel like I am living two lives that are similar but yet different. Maybe if I had fanciful dreams about unicorns or outer space it would just feel like life and then dreams. My dreams seem to be different versions of my actual life and not necessarily a happier version. Seems like when you go to sleep the goal is to let go of the days stresses and confusion and get rested to start again. When I sleep I dream like it is real and I feel and I get stressed in the dreams. I feel like I go to sleep to get away from reality only to step into a different reality and then I wake to get away from that. I have always had lots of dreams while I sleep sometimes vivid and sometimes waking with an odd feeling like I was somewhere else and now I'm not. I would prefer not to have vivid dreams. Still I couldn't really tell you what I dreamed about last night. The memory isn't gone because I kind of still feel it. It is like when you have a word on the tip of your tongue and you just can't retrieve it. If my brain insists on dreaming why can't it dream about being relaxed and chill.
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