Vivid Dreams

I'm not very creative, and I usually can't think of witty sayings or comebacks on the spot. I'm not inventive and I'm not a great problem solver. However, my dreams will surpass yours any day.

My dreams usually consist of very detailed traumtic events that I could never come up with if my subconcious wasn't running the show. I find I'll wake up and have to take a few minutes to make sure that the dream didn't actually happen. People have told me that I dream more when I'm stressed (they've also told me that I'm crazy). But here I am, in laid-back ski country, and they're just as wild as ever.

For instance, I used to have dreams while at Penn St about certain science professors (which shall remain nameless so I don't get arrested or something). I had dreams that these professors would actually be trying to kill me. There were characters (usually my friends), rising actions, exciting incidents, detailed plots, but usually no resolutions. I'd wake up in a sweat and dread the next few classes as a result. Sure, these could be contributed to stress. That makes absolute sense. What does not make sense is that I had another dream a couple nights ago that one of those professors was trying to kill me again. Only this time I was fighting back with snowballs (?????).

Could it be impending Grad/Medical School stress? Perhaps. I don't want to think about what my dreams will be like when I'm actually in Medical School. Someone's going to have to tie me down.

I sound like a crazed manic (ha ha ha), but not all of my dreams are horrible. They're all just incredibly intense. I'll have wonderful dreams about friends, family, skiing, and life in general. And they're just as detailed as the murderous rampage dreams.

It doesn't matter what I'm thinking about before I go to bed. All that matters is what's on the mind of my subconscious at the time (oxymoron?). Perhaps I should start a dream journal. Some are so detailed, I bet I could publish a book and make some actual money off these things. Who wouldn't want to read something about your physiology professor trying to poision you and your friends at the HUB?

And on a completely unrelated note now, I miss Panda Mondays and feeding the fish.