Dreams

My dreams are way too vivid. I can see colors, hear sounds, feel things and smell odors. The world that is created by my crazy mind seems absolutely real and relevant. The people that I meet seem like the ones that I encounter in my waking life. They are just as real and insistent about their own importance. Some of them tend to get upset when I tell them that they are figments of my imagination and doomed to disappear when I wake up.

One that I had recently I met Britney Spears. I was trying to be friendly and give her the benefit of the doubt so I was talking to her. Then I realized that it was a dream. I was thinking of Joe and decided that it would be fun to create a story that he would enjoy hearing. So I challenged her to a leg wrestling match but she was too stupid to figure out how to play. I lost patience and yelled at her for being so stupid. So I got to tell Britney off. We didn't quite get to the part where she was all in my head and would disappear when I woke up. She wouldn't have understood me anyway.

People tell me that I should write down my dreams, but they are too lengthy and detailed. Each one would be an entire novel. All I can do is pick pieces to relate. Sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier to stay asleep all day, or stay awake and not ping pong between two realities. I think that I would rather be sane all the time.