Ariel Odessa
Day #76 - Sunday, an off day.
Sunday. I slept on the couch last night. I tend to have amazing dreams when I sleep on the couch, and I did, I had the most wonderful dream. All my dreams tend to be dark, in color and lighting, not in subject matter. There's always a lot of dark reds, and it's almost as if the lights are out everywhere, everything is so dimly lit. So I was at a college type dorm apartment, with friends, friends that I do not know in real life, just dream friends. And one guy, this humble dark haired soft guy, the way I experienced him, percieved him in the dream he was pliable, maliable like play-doh, more like super sculpy. Anyways, I grabbed him by the hand and brought him up a series of stair, narrow staircases and hallways, all red and brown and black, soft dark lighting. We stopped in a room and nothing happened but I love how in dreams you don't have to be touching a person to feel them, just feel their entire being on you in you, like a hug, only less tangible. And then I slightly woke up, and I tried to get back to my dream, get back to that feeling but the guy kept showing up in bust shot and the only phrase I can describe what the perception of him was Med Student. It was weird. But then I really woke up and I was depressed because I can only get those feelings in dreams, I can only have those people in dreams, even if I did have someone, it's different in real life, everything is tangible, touchable, there is perception everywhere. The feeling of dreams is like being tired and drowsy and happy at the same time, things are just different and I wish i could have that all the time.
Day #76 - Sunday, an off day.
Sunday. I slept on the couch last night. I tend to have amazing dreams when I sleep on the couch, and I did, I had the most wonderful dream. All my dreams tend to be dark, in color and lighting, not in subject matter. There's always a lot of dark reds, and it's almost as if the lights are out everywhere, everything is so dimly lit. So I was at a college type dorm apartment, with friends, friends that I do not know in real life, just dream friends. And one guy, this humble dark haired soft guy, the way I experienced him, percieved him in the dream he was pliable, maliable like play-doh, more like super sculpy. Anyways, I grabbed him by the hand and brought him up a series of stair, narrow staircases and hallways, all red and brown and black, soft dark lighting. We stopped in a room and nothing happened but I love how in dreams you don't have to be touching a person to feel them, just feel their entire being on you in you, like a hug, only less tangible. And then I slightly woke up, and I tried to get back to my dream, get back to that feeling but the guy kept showing up in bust shot and the only phrase I can describe what the perception of him was Med Student. It was weird. But then I really woke up and I was depressed because I can only get those feelings in dreams, I can only have those people in dreams, even if I did have someone, it's different in real life, everything is tangible, touchable, there is perception everywhere. The feeling of dreams is like being tired and drowsy and happy at the same time, things are just different and I wish i could have that all the time.