I've done some thinking today (a dangerous pastime, I know,) and I've discovered something about myself. I would rather have the worst nightmare than a wonderful dream. Most people would seem to prefer sweet dreams over nightmares, but I hate waking up to a dream like that and coming to the realization that my life isn't as great as what I just thought was real a few moments prior. When I wake up from a nightmare, it makes me realize how great my life really is, no matter how much crazy shit I have to deal with, and I appreciate things that much more. I would rather start my day with that realization than disappointment.
Not too much of a difficult concept to understand, but what surprises me is that I've always felt like the type of person that would rather seek a world of fantasy than deal with real problems. After all, I don't believe in dragons.
But this, in some small way, grounds me in reality. Maybe that part of me has always been there... maybe I'm growing up? Who knows...
Fortunately, most of my dreams are neutral, and by that I mean that don't make any sense at all. And that is something I can understand.
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