Is it ever just a dream?

It's been over a month since I've written anything. I didn't have anything amusing or a good story to tell. I have been told many times, by several different people, that I should write a story. I never thought about that until they suggested it. I don't think I would be very good, but maybe it's something I could use to pass the time.

I like dreams. Dreams are pretty much stories we make up while we are sleeping. I have some pretty good dreams. I am fortunate that I can remember my dreams. When I remember them I remember everything that happened in the dream, even little details. My dreams are so vivid that sometimes when I wake up I wonder if it really happened.

We can be anything we want to in our dreams. Dreams show us what we may not want to face while we are awake. I also think that who we are in our dreams may not be who we are when we are awake. Our dream selves show us what we fear most or who we want to be. Most often, I think its who we want to be in situations that occur in our lives.

Sometimes we want to be the hero, and other times we want to be saved.

Bad dreams creep into the middle of our good dreams. These are our fears making its way deeper into our lives trying to take root to stay there until we face them and pull them out. Bad dreams can leave an impression. Sometimes after a bad dream I don't want to sleep again for fear of it getting worse. I'll stick with my good dreams thank you very much.

But through the good dreams and the bad dreams we can really see ourselves for who we are. We can find solutions to our everyday problems and for things we struggle with. We can face our fears. We can see the things we need to work on to better ourselves. Our dreams are more then just stories. Our dreams are who we are, who we strive to be...what we long for....