Dreams

My friends and family have been lucky enough over the years to hear a lot of my dreams. Weird dreams, funny dreams, sometimes scary dreams. Okay, so I know they're not really lucky. The thing is, I just can't help sharing them. They're so vivid and detailed, so like real life. I often wake wishing I could have stayed a little longer to see how it all ended, because they never end the way they should-with closure, answers, or a carriage floating off into the sunset.

Lately I've been dreaming about my maternal grandfather. He's not alive anymore and I think that's why when I dream about him, he has this persona. He's the old black and white movie star, tough and manly, yet sweet and always flashing a smile. I can always trust him to fight the bad guy, to protect me, and still keep the mood light-there are no nightmares on his watch. I guess he has a persona because he's just a memory now. He'll never change or surprise me the way people in my daily life sometimes do when they appear in my dreams.

Dreams have always fascinated me. Maybe it's the writer in me that loves a good story, or maybe it's the excitement of a shadowy glimpse into the human mind; both I'm sure. If you're out there, tell me what you think about dreams. I'd love to hear.