Dreams are all our own. We can interpret them how we may, replay them in our minds over and over again, we might not even remember them but they still remain as they are. Nothing changes. They excite us and upset us. Sometimes they even awaken us with a fright. However, they are still there. They're preparing themselves right before we slip into unconsciousness. They tidy up the flaws and wipe clean any mistakes there might have been. They get ready for our watchful doze and our sleepy laughs as we make our way through another adventure. Sometimes we also dream during the daytime which is the only time we can contort our dreams into what we want them to be. Into what we see them. Dreams have so many different possibilities that expose themselves to us, that they are just confusing sometimes. However, we just can pull ourselves away from them.
There's this great book I read a while back. I read it on my iPod (I know tsk tsk, but it was free) and I still can't get enough of it. I've read it a few times now and the more I read it, the more I envy the fact of how wonderful it is. I wish it were real sometimes. This book is technically based on a dream and it is about children. What is this book you may ask? Well my dear blog readers, it's called Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. That is one of the most amazing books I have ever read. It gives so much insight into dreaming and how our mind works that it just astounds me. Here's just a little piece of this amazing book, and I will bid you all a wonderful night.
If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing.