I've always had vivd dreams. Ones filled with adventure, color, drama and mysterious things. I really don't know where I store all these vivid movies in my brain. Lately, I have had so many dreams that I wish I can write them all down.
Every time I wake up, I always text Matt and tell him about my dreams. He says I need to draw or paint them. I know I need to do this! The only thing I do is write some of the most beautiful ones down. Here is a dream that I haven't written down...take a peek!
I was in a black and white apartment in New York with 3 paint cans.
The apartment was drab and boring and I knew I had to paint the walls.
I opened up each can to see what colors I had.
A fire engine red, a bright, cheery yellow and a flamboyant pink.
I didn't have any paint brushes, so I just took the cans and splashed them all over my wall.
The apartment soon became a bright, loud, beautiful place of art.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door.
My new neighbors greeted me while taking a peek inside of my apartment.
"Wow! We love what you've done with the place."
The man's wife was asian with beautiful porcelain skin.
However, I suddenly glanced on her face and saw a tear come down from her eye.
Her skin suddenly took on the make up of a geisha and the tear formed into an old time sailing ship.
That tiny ship started to gracefully sail across her left cheek.
So weird...I don't even know. I had that dream over a year ago and I still remember it. Do I think it has any special meaning? No. If I look too deeply into my dreams, I think I would go crazy. Anyways, until next time!
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