I dream of…

Going by the dreams I get in my sleep off late I often wonder if I am really a dreamer, and if yes, then what my dreams really are? For the dreams I am getting or rather which are haunting me, are nothing short of bizarre

Dreams are known to portray reality and if not in full, atleast a shade of our daily life. I do envision the same people who are part of my life but in totally weird situations. Once I dreamt I was holidaying with my family by some seaside boulevard and suddenly giant waves start lifting everything up. Once I dreamt I am being chased by goons because I had overheard their conversations. Once I was climbing up a hill and suddenly pushed down forcefully and next morning discovered I had actually slid down somewhat in my bed

Not all dreams are crazy some are sweet as well. In school once I dreamt of a hot classmate smooching me and full night I had an erection. Later whenever I saw her a sweetness used to fill my mouth. There was another dusky babe in my class who was happy to display her chocolaty legs with her lifted skirt, I once dreamt of eating hot chocolate fudge off her legs

However some dreams can be sorrowful and leave you aggrieved. Few nights back I dreamt of an ordeal involving me and my kin which was so tearjerking, I even shudder to write about it here. All my hands and legs were stiff after I had woken up all of a sudden and I found myself crying big tears. I was in such distressed depths I even contemplated waking everyone and asking for their forgiveness, that too at 3 AM! Next morning when I was narrating my dream, I again broke down which surprised and shocked all, going by my restrained self

Foul dreams can be a hazard and a mood spoiler but I guess dreams are somewhere an essential part of our existence, for what would life be without any dreams. After all only those who dream fly