immersive dreamscapes

My dreams have been wild lately. Not so much in storyline, although there is a little of that too. Perhaps I’m finally getting adequate sleep to be able to delegate that energy to dreaming, maybe I’m feeling less stressed in life, or we could blame it on the darkness wrapping it’s arms around these chillier fall days which ameliorate the environment for dreams to come out and play.

For all one knows, it’s none of these things at all.

I haven’t steadily dreamed for years at a time up until about a week or two ago.

My most prominent ones of this life time happening following the death of my uncles. I have one recurring nightmare that I’ve had since I was a little girl but that’s a story for another day.

The dreams occupying my subconscious lately have been creeping up in intensity. From throwing baby showers at the White House to living in a haunted mansion in the woods with a lady who hangs from the ceiling; they fail to be anything less than cinematic masterpieces.

I always wonder what other peoples experiences with dreams are like. I’m very present in my dreams, feeling every emotion and thought process I would in reality. Sometimes I see myself from the outside in these scenarios. Some instances I’m aware I’m dreaming & and others I feel so scared that I’m not. There are times I’m able to guide myself through while others I’ll wake myself up by forcing my eyes shut as tight as I can while repeating “Jess, open your eyes and it’ll be over!” & there are times I’ll wake up crying or enveloped in every emotion I was having before returning to myself in this plane.

One thing I have found, is none of these mental excursions I find myself within rarely seem weird in the moment, outside of an emptiness in my chest I am able to perceive in these dream states. & while I could go back & forth with myself all day as to what that symbolizes, I’ll save that energy for another time.

Your dreams are waiting,

xo-jess