Dreams

     As we are reading A Midsummer's Night DREAM, it only makes sense to be talking about dreams. I am one of hose people who tends to remember a good deal of my dreams. I know I dreams quite a bit and many of my dreams are extremely realistic. Sometimes when I wake up I can't tell if I was actually asleep or not. One dream in particular that I had was of a close friend of mine. It was quite terrifying because something incredibly horrible had happened to him and dream me saw him in a hospital, his face smashed up and in critical condition. When I woke from that dream I had to shake myself a few times to say that he was fine and it was just a nightmare. I went about my day as usual, going to work and so on. When I got back from work, I got on Facebook and low and behold there were tons of posts on how this friend I had dreamed about had been hit in the face with a rock while hiking and was in the hospital. Talk about freaky.
       Most of my dreams don't actually come true like that. Last month I had a very vivid dream that I had gone to France with some friends. I remember that we had decided to check out Notre Dame which is on an island in the middle of the Seine River in Paris. Then, a few days ago, I had a similar dream. This time I was in London with my family. It started out with us in line with our luggage getting our passports checked and my sister was being a pain and making everything difficult because for some reason she didn't have a real ID. While I was waiting, my friends Matthew (the one hit by the rock) and Myra showed up and we got to talking. The next thing I know, my family is gone as if they hadn't come with me and Matthew and I were discussing dinosaurs as we walked along the Thames River. Then a London cop came up to us and showed us a picture of Myra asking if we knew her because she was wreaking some serious havoc in downtown London. We promptly told him we didn't and that just because we were American didn't mean we knew every other visiting American in the city. Then I woke up.
       I feel I can say I know exactly how Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia, and Helena felt when they woke up. Sometimes it is really difficult to tell dream from reality especially if there aren't dancing unicorns and such floating in and out of your dreams. I can't say I have had any dreams that weren't realistic. It gets very hard to tell what is dream and what is not unless I ask those who were in my dream if they even recall the events of the dream. I have a friend, Tessa, who has very vivid, very odd dreams. She had one last year where our group of friends was running from a hoard of zombies and that we escaped into a house. I was the last one in and I locked the door...apparently locking out Myra and getting her devoured by zombies.  Now, to me, this is a very unrealistic dream because zombies aren't realistic but for Tessa, it was so real she had to come by Myra's dorm room to make sure she was still alive. Dreams are very exciting, aren't they?