Dreams are such a weird thing. One night it may be the sweetest, warm feeling dream and you wake up feeling great, or like last night, it could be your worst fears surfacing. (not my favorite) I realize that dreams are your brains way of processing days events, scenarios & fears... but then you have the absolute bizarre ones that seem like you just stepped into a Salvador Dali painting, aside from the fact that everything makes sense at the time. Why? No clue. All I know is that most of them put me in a bad mood temporarily, although some leave me completely pissed off all day and I sit and stew in it.
Nightmares are the worst. I know a nightmare is usually pegged as a horrible death or something really scary like in the movies, I tend to call any of my bad dreams a nightmare. Whenever it deals with a fear of mine, its considered a night mare. Through studies I know that dreams usually end up meaning just the opposite of what they portray as your brain processess it, like if you dream of death that usually means there is a re-birth of some aspect in your life, and the more horrible the death the better the outcome in real life. Wonder why...
I suppose its an interesting concept. Although the way things have been going lately, I'd rather not dream at all.
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