Ever since I was little I have had extremely vivid dreams. Most of the time, I can remember them. Sometimes, I cannot forget them. I dream both in color and in black and white. Occasionally, I have had the pleasure of lucid dreaming - realizing that I am currently dreaming and can affect my dream, making it things that I want to occur happen. Once or twice, a dream has been so real that after I woke up, it took me a few moments to figure out if I was still dreaming or if I was actually awake this time.

I love to dream. It is a favorite luxury of mine. If I can sleep in, I often let the alarm go off and hit the snooze button so that I can wake up during a dream to remember it. Many times, I can go back to sleep, right back into the dream I had just had to continue it. It is times like that when I can continue a dream or I have a series of dreams that are a continuing story that I wonder what dreams really are. Are they figments of the subconscious? Are they merely random electrons flitting through my mind? Or, are they something more? Something that we cannot yet comprehend?

There are some days when I wonder if I am not just part of someone's dream.

(In any case, feel free to analyze these dreams as you wish.)