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.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

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