Honestly, I don’t dream all that much. At least, if I do have dreams at night, I don’t remember them.
Although, last night I had a dream that I was smoking cigarettes. Don’t ask – I don’t remember the context anyway. Sorry to disappoint anyone.
I occasionally remember some dreams, but they are few and far between. Very few, and very far between. I wish I remembered more of them.
Daydreams are far more common for me. I guess it comes with the combination of ADHD and a vivid imagination. I used to try to squash it because I thought people would think I was weird. But I have since learned to embrace my imagination – it’s definitely an asset and a tool I use in my writing today.
The most recent daydream I had – and it’s actually ongoing – is so important to me that I had to write it down in my notebook. A notebook that a friend gave me for important things such as this. I’ve thought about posting it, but I’m not sure. Maybe I will later. I just don’t want to jinx myself or anything. And I want to keep my reality in check – I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
