Dreaming is a Drug
Dreams are amazing. In my dream last night alone, I was able to fall in love, get married, have kids and watch as my wife left me after many years of a great marriage. On the other hand, dreams can suck and only last for two seconds.
Last night I lived another life. I was myself but in another dimension or alternate universe. I was traveling home from my grandma's house. My grandma had allowed someone to stay as well because she has an abundance of room in her house. She seemed to roughly be my age and was just traveling the world as she saw fit, but meeting her at my grandma's house was quite awkward. Of my two brothers and my father, I was chosen to room with her for the time being and she really didn't have any boundaries. She would constantly bug me with questions that were impeding my personal life and during the night and early mornings she was completely naked. She didn't seem to be embarrassed for being naked. It seemed that she actually wanted me to look at her naked because she would try to get in my field of focus during her naked times. One morning while I was getting dressed after showering, she was just waking up. I tried to keep my head looking in a direction away from her body, but she grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her naked body. After which, she forced her body on mine. From there, the both of us tried to sneak away to be together.
Two nights ago, I lived a different life. I watched as my daughter died in my hands and woke up immediately while still hearing someone talk into my ears stating, "The clown did it, the clown DID IT, THE CLOWN DID IT!" Progressively getting louder and louder while I opened my eyes and lasted with a ringing in my ears. Was it necessarily horror, or a telling of my future of a killer clown killing my daughter if I had one.
Why do dreams cost me time in an alternate world? Why does it entice me so much as to want to stay in the alternate world for more time than my own? Is it because I can do so much more, or because I can live without any regrets? Is it my own will to live in the alternate universe or because I have to and each night I am experiencing a different life? I wish so much to fall back asleep to see a new life, but at the cost of my own time living will I want to view a movie of a different me?