I dream.

We all dream, but I have always remembered my dreams.

Sometimes, they’ve brought insight, sometimes terror, most time though, just a shake of the head the next morning and a “huh, that was weird”.

I’ve had dreams in color, dreams in black and white, dreams that seem like premonitions, and dreams that brought tearful but heart warming reunions.

I’ve had quick dreams, benign ones, disturbing dreams, I’ve even flown around in self aware lucid dreams.

But lately…

Maybe with age, maybe with awareness, dreams have been more real.

Real not just on the sense of plausibility (it’s the inconsistencies that clue me into the dream, like in lucid dreams) or implausibility,

But,

The textures are right, the smells, the sensations, the sounds, are all correct.

Not in the over-the-top hyper-sensory adolescent sense, but in the sense of I can open my eyes and not tell the difference.

Is the boundary between dreams and reality that thin, or are the boundaries between realities that thin?

I mean, who’s to say if one small thing had happened differently…

Anyway,

Lately,

The dreams have become very real.