I think I might have had the best dream ever last night.
At least that I can remember. I rarely remember my dreams, and if I do, I remember snapshots. Like, brief little moments, but never the whole "story". And usually, they come back to me as I go through my day. I'll hear a sound, a name, see something in my room, and that snapshot will come back to me like I had been thinking it the entire time. I think this is normal...?
That's why I feel compelled to write something down. I have been sitting in my bed for the last 30/45 minutes running through the entire dream in my head - mapping it out and piecing it together so I can continue to remember it throughout the day. Brain exercise, I guess. Because you know sometimes you remember a dream right when you wake up, but then you proceed with the rest of your day and after like an hour or so it's gone? I don't know if that happens to most people or I just have the worst memory loss ever. I probably just have the worst memory loss ever. The other day, I picked up The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay at Borders because it seemed like an interesting read (and I was fairly sure I had never heard anything about it before). When I tell my mom about it, she goes off saying "Katie...I have literally been mentioning that book to you so many times. I have a copy of it back home". Okay, maybe I don't necessarily have bad memory loss....maybe I'm just a normal teenager who sometimes tunes my mother out when we are having a conversation. I digress...
So this damn dream. I am not going to write about what happened, even though I can remember all of it in clear detail (haha let's face it...how many people actually read this thing?) I did watch like six episodes of the British version of Skins last night before going to bed, which might contribute to the whole "romantic" nature of the dream and all. Okay. That's as far as I go with details. Leave it up to your creative little minds to wonder about the rest.
The weirdest part of this whole "best dream experience ever" was the point during my dream in which I realized I was actually dreaming. Usually, when I realize I'm dreaming, I just kind of accept it in my dream or go on with whatever I'm doing like I knew I was dreaming the entire time. But this time, I actually did not want to wake up. Like really. Seriously. Some part of my conscious little head was like, "Yeah, you know this is actually too good to be true, so do yourself a favor and accept that you are dreaming". Ugh. For however many long dream-seconds, though, I couldn't accept that I was dreaming. What made it even stranger was that I was like 3/4 of the way awake. Not a half asleep, half awake state of mind - like I had actually woken myself up for the most part, but I still felt like it was 125% real. Here comes the awesome metaphor for my dream-like feelings. It was literally like I was stuck in the middle of some sort of vortex. My head and my hands were reaching to the dream that I still wanted to hold on to, but the rest of my body was like "You suck this isn't real move on wake up but ACTUALLY you're dreaming can't you feel yourself lying down on the bed blah blah blah". I have never ever had that strange vortex-y feeling where I am trying to hold on to something so hard I actually feel like my body is split in to two different pieces. Mentally, it was actually painful.
So that's why I have been sitting in my bed for god knows however long now, trying to piece it all together to make better sense of its whole mysterious concept. It was, oddly enough, like trying to remember good memories of the past. Sucks. I wish I could just go back to sleep and dream the rest, but I guess it doesn't really work that way.
DIFFICULT TO DISTINGUISH REALITY FROM DREAMWORLD?? Yeah, Leo DiCaprio. Thanks.
On a side note, I am hopping on a plane to head back home today. One more week left to enjoy mindless reality television and home cooking. Mmmmmm.
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