Is it possible that the only place that I am really awake is in my dreams?
Often I have incredibly long and involved dreams so full of details that they are more real and exciting than actually being awake. It is almost as if being awake is the dream and dreaming is being awake.
They happen in bright vivid colours, wide screen viewing. I am always fully immersed as the plots are full of nuttiness with an amazing list of characters of all types and shapes. Sometimes I wake in the morning exhilarated and often exhausted from being a witness to my nightly reverie.
Often I'll "fly" or simply float over immense cities or summer time meadows that sometimes turn into winterscapes as I progress through them. I feel the wind flowing past me, the feeling of flying is so darn realistic.
My dreams have always manifested in the same spectacular fashion. It started back in my late teens. All these years later I still don't understand why they manifest themselves to me. It is as if they come from another complete reality that I only tap into when I am dreaming.
The dreams aren’t always pleasant. Often I cry out or moan loudly and incessantly because of terrible things that are happening. Things that just don't make sense or I am being attacked by either man or animal. Occasionally I am speedily falling to earth with no way out. Yet I know by waking I will be saved.
Exactly where do these dreams come from? I do not know. They are not like anything happening in my day time "awake" life. Surely it must be that everybody has such dreams? Yet no one talks much about them, perhaps because our dreams truly mystify us, I know they do me.