I have had some jump out of bed, scream bloody murder, scare the cats up the curtain nightmares.
I love those dreams
The colors in those dreams are vibrant the images are well defined and the faces and the places are new to me so the sense of being lost and disoriented are so intense I can feel it for days.
After I have those dreams I have tons of new writing material and I can feel the endorphin rush for hours after I wake up.
I’m a junkie for those dreams, its so bad that when I have normal dreams where nothing happens I actually feel cheated out of a nights sleep and I’ll grumble to myself for hours.
The last dream I had involved my house being filled with mirrors.
I went from Mirror to mirror but I couldn’t see my reflection.
I came across one of those door sized mirrors in a heavy silver frame and there I was looking back at myself.
I put my hands against the glass, rested my forehead against it’s icy cold (?) coolness
and tried to catch my breath.
I looked up when I the heard screaming, horrible gut wrenching screaming.
” She has my face!” my reflection was screaming at me from the other side of the glass as she pounded on the glass and started to crack it ” That woman HAS MY FACE!”
I woke up from that one feeling like I could have run from one end of the State to the other and when I was done headed for Canada.