Reason

I have a reason for everything I do. I eat breakfast; my metabolism doesn't slow down. I ride my bike; I don't have to pay for train fair. I work; I have money. I sleep; I don't get tired. I call my mom; she doesn't disown me. I draw; I don't get squirrely. I shower; I don't smell. Okay, okay, you get the picture.
My reason for this? This as in Blog... journal-ing, writing into an empty space; document my dreams. To see what happens. It used to be that my dreams would just weave in and out of one another, eventually fading from my memory as if they never existed. Delightful rests. That was how my life was before. Now, I have come into the great pleasure of having these terrible nightmares.





Last night I dreamed:

I am sitting by the pool side, the neighborhood pool, it is a hot day. The pool is busy. The sky is clear, a blue sky. I glance over at my friend, and I smile. She was sleeping with her sunglasses on. When my glare returns to the water a cloud has formed over head. But it wasn't in the sky it was a lying low, almost like fog. Suddenly there is a heat wave- where the sky appears to be made of water with ripples in the air, then there is a loud rumble. Thunder. Louder. And louder. It is creeping closer. Through the fog, I see this formation soaring toward my body. I scream, but nothing comes out, I can only hear the rumble speeding object. My scream is too late. The jet engine slams into the concrete across from me- at first I feel relieved. It is over. I am alone. My friend is no longer next to me. The people are gone. Then the jet engine bounces up and flies toward me. I did nothing.

I woke up. My heart racing. Possibly, to you, this doesn't seem like a big deal. But I enjoy dreaming. Usually they are like small, vivid movies. Normally there is some sort of reason for my dreams. Everything is linked. But my latest dream is related to nothing. It has not relation to anything I did that day- which worries me.

Will this be deja vu?
Will this happen to me in real life?

We will see.