As of late, the dreams I've been "experiencing" are becoming more vivid, more memorable, more realistic (in some cases) than anything I have experienced before, and other dreams are so amazingly surreal that it reminds me of paintings I've seen on the walls of museums and on the pages of books that line the walls where I work just layer upon layer of bright yummy colors, melting into each other. Some of my dreams I can smell and feel... this is not too new... it's been so long since I have dreamt like this... and although at times it is more than enjoyable... it can be quite lonely to wake from... even with someone lying next to me.... lonely indeed. Especially when the dreams hold so much more passion, liveliness, joy, a sense of peace, and at times ecstasy filled pleasure for me to experience… more, often, than my waking hours hold (for the most part anyway). But alas, dreams are simply movies in our mind run by the real to real of our soul… and though there may be elements of these dreams that hold a jewel of truth… they all quickly fade once my eyes are open… but still lingering in my gut, my heart, my soul, and my wishes are elements of these dreams that I wish to be true… however absurd or unfitting…