i have been writing my dreams down in my little Book of Dreams lately. sometimes i draw pictures to try and convey the imagery of them. they are like elaborate stories in themselves, like mini movies; a creation in themselves. the imagery and atmosphere is always very similar to that in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. today i realized that i am forever free from the unnecessary curiosity in narcotics, as my dreams are quite trippy enough. i look forward to them now, each night brings a whole different world, and i write them down right away before i forget. in a way, they are like an outlet...their diversity and symbolic relation to thoughts in my psyche are like therapy, because if they don't answer my thoughts, they at least help me cope with them. along with fairytales and stories, dreams are my favorite. they are like fairytales in themselves: they entail a story, life, color, and the whole aspect of wonder is constantly present in the dreamer.. in a way, you are the creator of the world, but at the same time, the audience, hence the wonder.
i've heard the expression that people get lost in their dreams, and that they see it as an escape from reality. maybe it's odd, but i don't get lost in my dreams. i always find something in them. it's kind of hard to put it down, but they're never meaningless or pointless. all of them are just plain funny and bizarre, at least to me, but also personally significant in some moving way.
the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams - eleanor roosevelt
Dreams are part of our heart and soul
Our dreams go to the depths of our thoughts,
Wants, and needs to fulfill our destiny.
if i had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
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