I am a dreamer, but unfortunately, I don’t mean in the poetic, wonderful, pondering-the-future-and-all-its-possibilities way.  I mean that I have a very active dream life when I sleep.

My sisters are laughing right now if they are reading this.  But who am I kidding?  My sisters don’t read my blog!  So I’m safe.*

My sisters tease me about a certain habit I have after I’ve experienced a crazy dream. Perhaps because I’m an external processor, or perhaps because I find writing therapeutic, or perhaps simply because I’ve tricked myself into thinking that this helps, I find comfort in writing out the dreams that I can remember shortly after I’ve dreamed them.  It is my belief that when I write out these dreams one of two things happens:  1) If the dream was pleasant, I have something to remember it by days, weeks, or even years later, or 2) If the dream is unpleasant (which is more often the case), I deal with it and move on.  I actually do think that when I write out my nightmares, they revisit me less frequently. {Insert laughter from sisters.}

“We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
~ William Shakespeare

I am blogging about this today because this has been a week of dreams.  I’ll spare you all the details (or perhaps I’m sparing myself the humiliation of publishing my dreams for the world to read), but suffice it to say that in the dream world I have plummeted downward in the elevator in my building (and warned others to watch out for the faulty mechanism!), outrun a tornado (saving a few children along the way), gone on a llama ride in a smelly barn (this was immediately after the tornado passed–makes sense, right?), and sobbed uncontrollably at the thought of leaving my best friend and her whole family at the airport as I waited to board a transcontinental flight (I literally woke up crying from this one). Hmmm. Seriously?  Brain, what are you thinking?!

I imagine that right now you are expecting me to tie this in to some profound thoughts about faith or life lessons, right?  Nope.  I can’t do it.  I have a few of those posts coming, but this one is simply a way to get myself out of the rut of writer’s block**–yep, I’ve been there this week too–and to bring a bit of a smile to you as you consider the craziness of my dream life.  You might think that because of the nature of my dreams I have been very upset in my waking life, but rest assured that is not the case.  I’m fine.  I just can’t write what I want to write, and I can’t sleep when I want to sleep.

Maybe there’s a little tiny bit of me that thinks that publishing this post will eradicate my writer’s block and kick the crazy dreams out of my head.  One can dream, can’t she?  ;-)

*No sisters were harmed in the writing of this blog.  Seriously though, my sisters are wonderful, they do read my blog (sometimes), and I don’t care that they laugh at me about this issue.  It’s all in good, clean fun.

**Sorry about the rather long hiatus from blogging. Life became quite busy for a while, and then I was plagued with writer’s block! My goal is to blog more regularly in 2012. We’ll see how that goes…