Dream worlds

Dreams reflect my biggest fears and my dearest desires.  I have a huge imagination and it seldom sleeps, even when I do.  In fact, my imagination often goes to work terrifying me or leaving me in awe.  It's hard to remember it is all really me.

As a child I had lots of nightmares and night terrors where I would wake up running and screaming for my parents.  I out grew those in my late twenties, or so I thought.  This past week I have had two of those!  Dreams that didn't end when I got out of bed but persisted in some way that terrified me for a few more minutes.  I hate those.

This morning I had the beginning of one of those, but it morphed into the most delightful solution, all built around a house.  I often dream of houses.  As a younger person I drew floor plans all the time, while watching television, or talking to people, or just sitting in my room.  Then I got to build my own house and that stopped, but I still love architecture and design so these dreams usually are great ones.

My father dreamed of building a city most of his life, then in his fifties that city began to crumble.  My houses used to be immense, intricate places with lots of hidden hallways and rooms and I would often be running through them, lost and scared.  Now I dream of airy, light modern places with simple comforts.  I think that is a step up.

It's just in this cold, icy, cloudy weather, I don't want to get up from these dreams.  It's a good thing school starts next week.