Dream a little dream for me

Seven years old and the teacher says, "Write a story.  Use your imagination."  I see my classmates sitting there and I assume they are doing what I am.

What am I doing?  Why trying desperately to decide which one of my many ideas to use!

My imagination is like a race horse, chomping at the bit, raring to go, wanting to get out there and do what is was born to do.

My biggest challenges are often trying to figure out what I am "supposed" to be doing.  I'm not always good at reading other people's faces, or deciphering their words.  Otherwise my world is a flood gate of possibilities.

And when I go to sleep?  That is when my imagination really takes advantage of me!

As a youngster I had night terrors.  I was a sleep walker of gargantuan proportions.  My dreams were written by a Machiavellian creator who drew from the slightest echoes touching my life.  Sometimes I still do all these things, or even have dreams that remain for a few minutes after I wake up.

My amygdala is alive and well and may even have a mainline stream with my actual consciousness, but I have control over it when I'm awake.  Asleep is a whole different story.

No lucid dreaming for me.  I have only done that once or twice.  But my dreams really are pretty well structured stories with beginnings, endings and some drama in the middle.  If I could do the lucid thing I might never wake up.

I've often wondered if people who are labeled "crazy" or "senile" are really exhibiting signs that their dream wall has been breached.  If it is I want to be able to dream pleasant things so when the dream time takes over, life will still be good.