My favorite dream I’ve ever had was one where I was in a museum looking at oil paintings. The room I was in had wood paneled walls and the only lighting was that above each of the paintings. One in particular caught my eye of a 3 mast ship with white billowing sails caught at sunset in the ocean about to go over the edge of a waterfall that looked liked the end of the world but was at least a drop of several thousand feet.

As I stared at this painting I noticed the waves begin to move and I saw the sails begin to show the wind that was carrying the ship to it’s doom. I then noticed what looked like birds flying around and above the masts. One of the “birds” flew closer to the edge of the painting and kept getting bigger until I recognized that it was a boy, not a bird. As the boy flew closer to me he reached his hand out of the painting to me.

I took his hand and he pulled me into the painting with him. We flew down and around the ship and I saw that all the faces of the crew were happy and some even laughed and waved at me and I knew that they were not afraid. We then flew hand in hand to the edge of the water.

He asked me if I trusted him and I said yes. Then he let go of my hand and I fell. I fell and fell and fell. I could feel the spray of the waterfall. I was so scared and just knew that I would die at the bottom of this fall.

And it was then, at almost the bottom of the waterfall that I realized that I could fly.

I flew up and around and through the waterfall spray. I looked up and saw the boy laughing with a look of such joy on his face. I flew up to meet him and we did somersaults in the air and laughed as we flew off into the sunset…

…best dream ever.

Any dreams I ever remember having the next morning usually involve my home being broken into and me being robbed. I never remember having any pleasant dreams…or if I do, I never remember them. That might be saying something about my subconscious. Who knows?

The other dream was one that was a reaccuring dream from childhood. If you have ever seen the movie Red Dawn with Patrick Swayze you will know what I am talking about. I drempt that I was part of this secret group of young people that was forced to hide out and fight for survival after the U.S. was invaded by an occuping force in a town in the middle of No-where America. It was crazy how many times this dream took place. Always the same faces and picked up right where it left off. I thought it was cool then, but now I just suppose that I chalk it up to too much T.V.