I have been having some very interesting dreams lately. My alarm clock goes off at 4:15am 5 days a week. 2 out of those 5 times, I can usually remember what I was dreaming just before.
This morning when when my alarm went off, I sat on the edge of the bed for a while contemplating on what I was just dreaming about. A very strange dream that involved several members of my family going to my aunts’ house (which was beside a concentration camp??..don’t ask..lol), and taking photos of ghosts running down a hill leading away from the camp. It was quite spooky, and it took a few minutes for me to get enough nerve up to leave the bed and get to the bathroom to pee.
I don’t really have an aunt that lived near a concentration camp, nor have I ever taken photo’s of ghosts. I believe that ghostly photography would be an interesting profession or hobby though.
I dream very vividly. A full range of colors and sounds, and the dream last night was one of the most vivid I have ever had as far as sounds go. My dreams are always in color, but the sound from last night is still echoing in my head. A mixture of screams, drums and booms… *shiver*.
The next time I have a dream like this, I am going to immediately grab a pen and paper and start jotting down the details. I wish I would have done that this morning so I could go into great detail about it. I guess the condensed version will have to do for now.
What are your thoughts on dreams? Are they just something that happens, or is there a meaning behind them?