The beauty of dreams.

I invest a lot in my dreams, the way they make me feel and why they do that.
I sometimes find myself wide awake in the middle of the night, panting from the contents of my dreams.
My dreams vary from being utterly disgustingly full of gore and violence, or being calmer than a blade of grass slowly swaying in a soft breeze.

There are times when I wake up shaken up and I just want to forget my dreams, other times I love them and I don't want to leave the land of sleep.

I think though my dreams have become more memorable and full of life since I stopped bunning Js.
I remember for a period in my life when I was goofed almost everyday, I thought I didn't dream much, I think I didn't dream at all. Many people have shown an interest in the link between drugs and dreams, for the time that I was smoking a lot of MJ, I had nearly no memorable dreams. It is a scary thought, I remember before I started down that path of self destruction, I used to dream almost every night and remember it. Since being off of grass and any other substances that were mind altering, I have been having vivid dreams that are often terrifyingly real in feel. Dreams that often make me question the world I 'Wake' up to.
Sometimes I do wish that the dreamless state that drugs created would have stayed, other times I am grateful for the fact that I can dream. I am too grateful for no longer being intoxicated with shit my body does not need. The only thing I get high on is air and the life I'm living.

Dreams can teach you a lot about the person you are, all you have to do is figure yourself out and hope for the best, keep yourself on track and in line with your goals. Dreams can help you with that, so pay attention the next time you have a dream that shakes your foundations and tests your strength.