Dreamweaver
Everybody has weird dreams, but I seem to remember mine more that most people do, maybe because my sleep stages are messed up. I don't think they have any special mystical meaning, but are usually just a way for my brain to work through whatever I'm stressed out about. My subconscious also steals heavily from whatever television show or books I've been consuming for its dream imagery, which I'm sure contributes to the strangeness. This morning's dream was typically bizarre and random, but seemed to have a cool "message" (totally constructed by me) that makes it worth of blogging about. And hey, I've been searching for blog inspiration, so why not? In my dream, my friends and I were being terrorized by a fierce and seemingly indestructible monster. (This was definitely inspired by the episode of "Shield" that we watched just before bed.) One by one, my friends were being tortured and killed and there was nothing I could do. The monster ...