vivid dreams.

i wake up every morning
as though i dreamt a reality.

Anyone who knows the least about me knows that I am a deep-sleeper. I fall asleep very quickly and can sleep through just about anything. When I wake up in the morning, I usually feel as though my time spent sleeping was cut extremely short and I relish in the sweet minutes before my alarm goes off (granted, I wake up before it does). My point is, nothing can stop me from having a warm, snuggly, blissful night of zZz's--not even a nightmare. I sleep so deeply that I rarely have dreams and when I do, I don't really remember them the next morning. That's why I completely understand when people compare recalling a dream to cupping water with your hands. The more you try, the more it slowly disappears...

These days, however, I have been remembering every single detail of every single dream I have. It's weird that I'm remembering all these images so vividly but it's even stranger that I'm consistently having dreams every, single, night! For the past two weeks or so, I have dreamt wildly imaginative and realistic dreams whilst in my deep state of slumber. And I remember every stupid damn detail! Many people may think this is great and awesome and just fantastic; I did too, until yesterday. I thought it was an artistic gift from God that I was having such entertaining and eventful dreams that I was able to recall without hesitation, until a dream invaded my reality. Yesterday, I dreamt that I went home and my mom bought me this gorgeous bright green Prada wallet (wishful dreaming, eh?). So in my dream, I bbm'd my friend Lisa (who loves luxurious leather goods just about as much as I do) telling her all about this wallet and its immense beauty. In my dream, I told her I'd show it to her as soon as she got home from work. Then, I woke up and went about my day, thinking about how nice it would have been had my dream been real.

Later that night, as we were eating dinner and eagerly awaiting the next episode of Gossip Girl, I suddenly jumped out of my seat shouting, "oh!" My roommates, Lisa and Judy, looked at me with quizzical expressions on their faces. As I took a step into my room, I stopped. I realized... I HAD JUST JUMPED UP TO SHOW LISA MY NEW "WALLET!" And of course, this was virtually impossible since I had DREAMT up this wallet and it didn't really exist anywhere, least of all, in my room! I started cracking up, incredulous that I actually got out of my seat to go find and show to my roommates this wallet that didn't exist. When I told my roommates this... well, you can just imagine their reactions (especially if you know the two ladies in question).

Lisa: "Uhhh.....-.-... What's wrong with you..."
Judy: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA IDIOTTTTT! Stupid schwulllll!!!"

Such love up in 16G, I tell ya.

Anyway, when this particularly out of mind and body moment happened, I realized I needed to stop this excessive dreaming. I don't know why I've been dreaming so much and I further can't believe that I remember all my dreams to the point where I actually think them to be real. My dream world and real world have met and collided and made a fool of me; I can no longer let this happen. Craziness. Hey, but I'm kind of like a young, female, Asian Steven Spielberg. Maybe I should just start a company called 'Dreamworks 2' and make billions of dollars off producing movies out of my dreams.

Or maybe I should just take some Benadryl and try to sleep dreamless-ly tonight.

Cheers,

Cheryl

PS: Apparently, studies show that one dreams every single time they fall asleep. A dream-less night is actually scientifically impossible. We have them, but just don't remember them the next morning. Cool.