The dream that you wish...

I get really vivid dreams sometimes. Especially when I'm stressed out about something. It often takes me 5 minutes or so after I wake up for me to identify the parts of my life that are real and the parts that I just dreamed about. I think it is really likely that I'll go absolutely insane in the next 20 years because I stop being able to identify what is my dreams and what is real.

If my dreams were absolutely ridiculous or my life really normal, this would be simple. I remember one time though, I was coming back from a Theater Conference in high school and on the way back, my parents told me that one of our neighbors had hung himself from his basketball hoop. It was perhaps 2am and I was exhausted, so when I woke up the next day, I assumed that I had just dreamed it up. I didn't want to ask though because it could have been an awkward question if it had been just a dream. It wasn't until I got to church and they had a special combined youth meeting about it that I realized it was real.

Most of the time, things aren't quite so dramatic though. I'm starting school tomorrow, and I've been having really long, really boring, and only mildly crazy dreams lately. The most common problem is when I dream that I wake up late or something because then I panic when I actually wake up at 5am and have to exert a huge effort to not jump in the shower right then. I would claim that Inception (A+ by the way) just had a huge impact on me, but I had these sorts of problems long before wind of that move started churning.

Last night, I had a dream that we had a stick in the front yard of my building that would help us tell the weather. Like if it was wet, then it meant it was raining. The stick was named Sally and she was stuck in the ground and dressed in a red dress with white spots. We called her Sally the Stick.

For some reason though, we needed to replace her. We found instead a dark brown two-by-four, dressed him up in a tux, and named him Brock. That meant that we called him Black Block Brock. I remember being so frustrated and how hard it was to say his name that I practiced for a long time till I could say it right.

Then I woke up late for church.

Then I woke up for real 20 minutes before my alarm went off.