What are dreams, but some panoramic vision created by me for me in the most intriguing ways possible. I am not one of those people who can choose what to dream. I cannot direct my dreaming like some people claim to, but I remember many of mine. I may not remember some, but then how would I know this?
I have kept a journal of my dreams for well over seventeen years now. There are themes that reappear, topics that leave me sweating and trembling, visions that cause me to awaken in awe.
The reoccurring theme of bathrooms and bathroom fixtures is somewhat traceable to the years of horrendous periods I suffered through until my hysterectomy and somewhat traceable to my love of luxurious bathrooms. If I could only have one room in the house. It would be a beautiful bathroom with flushing toilets, running water, hot whirlpool baths, and hot showers. I would sleep on the bathroom rug and eat on the vanity to avoid going without the rest.
I also have reoccurring dreams of being lost on foot, but not as often since I was really lost on foot in Berkley, California one night after going to a Latif Bolat Concert in a park.
I suspect my dreams are just an extension of my creativity with a little spice and mystery thrown in for good measure. I don't know and that is what makes them so intriguing to me.
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