Nine weeks, three days. Day 68 in the quest to chase our little miracle
I am not a dreamer, i am a believer…
I believe in my future and i believe in myself, but i am not a dreamer…
I have never really been a dreamer, i am not talking about the dream of my life, and i am not talking about “i dreamed a dream” nope i am simply talking about dreams. I am not a dreamer.
Each day i wake fresh, with no memories of dreams, ever, never…
Until about a fortnight ago… Now i am a dreamer… and just quietly, it is freaking me out.
I now wake with vivid memories of endless dreams, dreams that i assume mean nothing, but dreams that make me think of things i never thought about before.
Strange disconnected, unrealistic dreams about people i have never meet, people i have meet in passing, people i may never meet… About places i have never been, places i once travelled in my youth, places that may not even exist.
For a person who has never been a dreamer before, these experiences each night are strange and imprint weird thoughts and memories into my mind, they make me think about my subconsious and why i have these thoughts in my head.
Dreams confuse me to say the least.
Has my child made me a dreamer? Will the dreams become stranger, or more realistic, and do they mean anything? Right now to me my dreams are meaningless yet so puzzeling i want to understand them….
But i know that i may never know what my dreams mean, let alone understand them, or control them…
So for now i am a dreamer….
You see things; and you say, “Why?” But I dream things that never were; and I say, “Why not?” George Bernard Shaw
