|Dreams going downhill
||[Jan. 2nd, 2004|09:50 am]
I have no clue what to write about, but maybe if I start writing words will come.
I can't believe the dreams I have sometimes. Last night, I dreamed that I found a black trenchcoat I really wanted, but the smallest size was large. So I was asking all the salespeople for a medium.
That was my dream. I don't even want a trenchcoat, and why would my dreams be so...boring? Am I losing what imagination I have left? All my dreams have been like that the past few days.
Or maybe I'm trying to hide from something...maybe I'm blocking out whatever my subconscious is trying to say.
Which brings up another subject--why do so many humans hide from the truth? Is it because we perceive the truth as danger, as something bad? I hide from the truth automatically if I'm not thinking about it. I forget how many estimated years it will be before the planet can no longer support life for one reason or another. I've seen it many times, from many sources, and every single time I forget it.
Why do I forget something as important as that, and yet I can remember that I'm wearing my new green sweater without looking? Why am I hiding from the truth? Why do the vast majority of us hide from the truth, from reality?