Weird dreams

Lately I've been having very vivid but weird dreams. Not all of them are bad dreams per se, but weird nonetheless.

The one I had last night was a particularly weird one. I was in a giant theme park kind of place with my brother and my little cousin, only I was my age, but my brother was much younger than me (he's only 1 year apart from me), and my cousin looked like when she was about six. In the dream, I distinctly remembered that I was with a group of friends before, and I had asked them if they'd wanted to come with us to the theme park, but they said no, so we'd left without them.

The scene changed to a cinema type place in this theme park. I don't remember what film it was showing, but I'd walked out holding my little cousin's hand and my brother following us, with the distinct feeling of being quite happy.

Next thing I remember, I see Stuart with my group of friends from before, walking past me, so of course I stop and say hello. I also said "I thought you guys didn't want to come to the theme park?". One of the girls in the group (who felt very much like a frenemy and was 13 from House (Olivia Wilde)) spoke up, "Oh, you didn't ask us to come along.", to which I angrily retorted "Yes, I did! I asked you and you guys didn't want to come!". She shrugged in a really annoying nonchalant manner and started walking off, and the rest of the group sort of follow her in a really robotic way. I look at Stuart and he stares right through me and walks off with the rest of the group, leaving me feeling small and very hurt.

Have you ever had the kind of dream where you knew it was a dream and you kept thinking, wake up, wake up right now because I don't want to be here any more, but try as you might, you couldn't? This dream was exactly like that, and all the feelings I felt in the dream, I could feel in real life. When I finally woke up, I felt like the dream was so real, and for that one irrational moment, I thought that it actually was happening in real life.

The night before I'd had a similar sort of lucid dream as well, only it was scarier and involved a lot of running around (I was running from a serial killer who tortured his victims in a dingy hospital operating room kind of setting before he murdered them), so that when I woke up I actually felt physically and mentally exhausted.

I remember a very vivid dream, that to this very day, I remember every single detail. I was a Jew, living in the time of the Holocaust. I remember having to run and hide from the Nazi soldiers, and the constant fear and terror I felt. In my dream I wept as I watched my world around fall apart. When I woke up, my pillow was wet, and I realised that the emotions I'd felt in my dream were so strong that I'd actually cried in real life.

But then there are nights where I don't think I dream at all. It's just a huge black blank between falling asleep and suddenly, the next thing I know, I'm waking up. It's bizzare.

Stuart says I'm a weirdo. I don't know. I actually quite like that I have weird dreams. Means that I have a good imagination and an active subconscious, haha! :)