Dreams are fine, you don’t ask for them – humans never asked to dream in the first place. We’ve never learnt how to properly anyhow, and don’t know what a proper dream is, as opposed to an improper one. When we sleep we just get them, that’s a given. They take us to fantastic places and, in equal or lesser measures, dark places. Most of the time they’re mundane; we can’t even be bothered to talk about them the moment we wake up.
Occasionally we’ll dream of each other, and (if applicable) may mention it in passing, so long as the plot is palpable and clean. If an acquaintance appears in what could only be described as a dream rated 18 due to a sexual nature, then our reluctance to cause offence or an uncomfortable situation means we, and rightfully so, keep it to ourselves. In reality our heads move slightly to the left or right or, if it’s a restless night, maybe slightly off the pillow.
Awake, we’re more dangerous. Our imagination is raw and nowhere near as real in feelings as they are when we’re asleep. Instead our thoughts run wild as we manoeuvre them in any direction; conversations, aspirations, conflicts, success stories, failures, death, life… it’s up to us!
Awake, we choose the scenario first, and then work out a route to get there. A dream though, well we have no choice; we get an opening scene and proceed to take things from there.
It’d be good to order off a menu of sorts before we hit the sack right?
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