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Dreams.

What are dreams?

Are they actually supposed to mean anything?

What are they supposed to tell you about yourself or about your environment?

Are they really that magical place between conscious and unconsciousness visited by fairies and shooting stars?

Are they where your deepest desires or greatest fears are expressed?

Or could they be a mental phenomenon occurring during REM sleep in which images, emotions, and thoughts are experienced with a sense of reality? (From Baby-Dorland’s medical dictionary)

Or are they just a load of crap?

In a long time, I hadn't had a real dream where I could actually remember the sequence and events. (maybe cos when i crash, i really crash like a log, or a pig if you just need to insult me further =p)

But this weekend was a major dream-quota overload. By that I mean I had 2 rather lengthy and draining dreams.

Although they were very different in nature, involving 2 very different people, they both had the identical effect on me: A deep tugging pain in my heart.

The first is one of my greatest fears, I might have to face it one day, but I know I will never be ready for it.
The second is one of the things I still wish for every night before I sleep but will never let myself have.

Maybe should just sleep less.