Dreams.

My brain is a crazy place to live most of the time, what with characters constantly talking to me and vivid images breaking in, like a damned musical number in a Bollywood film. I have developed the ability to multitask during the day, letting my imagination run wild and actually, like, doing shit. I'm not always successful in this, but I'm a hell of a lot better at it now that I'm older.

But that's my brain during my waking hours. My time spent sleeping or on the way there is a completely different story.

I remember most of what I dream, although the majority of it is just my subconscious randomly splicing together weird visual metaphors and quick, nonsensical cuts to whatever it thinks of next. It's like the regular me on hyperdrive. Sometimes it's dealing with the fears that I have yet to overcome. I cannot tell you how many times I have had Three cheat on or leave me since we got together. Shudder.

At other times, it's downright creepy. I've dreamed actual conversations that have later happened in real life, sometimes months later. Usually, they're nothing to write home about; they're more along the lines of, "Hey, can you pass the butter?" in excitement. However, they're very specific in word or gesture, and each time, I'm like, "ZOMG, I'M PSYCHIC." It just gets eerier when I dream of very ominous things; we're talking apocalyptic levels of ominousness. Once, I dreamed that I woke up after a cataclysmic event, among a bunch of rubble, only to realize I was one of the only survivors of whatever happened. Another time, there was an alien invasion of sorts: a giant storm with a red center eye beamed an energy wave of sorts over everything, but I hid. The next day, it was as if nothing had changed, except that everyone was treating me strangely, and I was able to switch to one of their perspectives and see myself with a completely gold aura.

That last one? Yeah, it has stuck with me. Kind of like my most recent dream*, which had me feeling amused, unnerved, and terrified at the same time when I woke up. There was a young kid that was the star of a reality show that's entire premise was him finding his mother. Unbeknownst to his viewers, the kid was really a type of Frankenstein monster and his adoptive father was the scientist who'd built him or whatever. And there was also cannibalism, complete with a human barbecue, which was not so fun. And somewhere along the way, I became invisible only to realize I was now an armoire. Because, DREAM.

Somewhere, in the far reaches of my brain, that makes sense. 

I'm one of those people that can't wait to get to sleep just so s/he can dream, and the last two are just reasons as to why. Sure, I love curling up in bed for much needed rest as much as the next person, but my mind can be a fun, if not baffling place. Most of the time, I'm able to bounce them off of Three, who sometimes has equally strange dreams, and he nearly always can tell me the possible deeper meaning of my brain wanderings. Sometimes, we both just shake our heads at the absolute randomness, and usually, those are the most fun.

See, now I am all excited to get to sleep tonight.

*I'm determined to use this dream as an inspiration. I've been toying with doing a screenplay for a really long time, and I'm kinda thinking that this could be It. When I had the unnerving dream about the alien invasion, I was just certain that it was the greatest movie premise ever. But the Franken-kid? I have different themes already running through my head (humanity, reality television, family, having children being freaking scary, etc.) that I'd want to explore. And it would actually be fairly inexpensive to film, so plus there.