My dreams have always tended to be more vivid than those around me, and might even be referred to as night terrors. The only reason I would not call them this, though, is because I love them. I think they allow for my mind to remain open and more creative. I love going to bed, hoping for my imagination to provide me with a story, knowing it is not real, but it is still beautiful. I see it all in detail, as though it is really happening, and I remember almost all of it.
I am a twenty-something year old, and I have finally decided to share my dreams because I have wanted to show what goes through my mind, and if you experience the same thing, you can learn to love it, as I did. I would love to eventually write a full length book of something magical and whimsy, but for now, I will continue with my short stories of my dream diary of horror.