It is interesting to have dreams at night that are so vivid and real and then wake up to a totally different environement. I have been told that I love in the clouds; that I dream too much. I wish for a variation of life that will never be.
Last night I had a dream where my friend and I were somehow going to another friends house that we knew was selling drugs. We cleaned the place, with gunfire, and ended up killing a friend of mine. Now in this dream it was much more graphic than I will dsiplay here, however, the persons that we killed were all good people. I could feel the influence of good. I knew in some way that the depiction of the people in my dream were good in reality.
When I awoke this morning, I was not myself. IT was as if the dream had imposed some of those feelings or emotions upon me. I wasn't angry just very quiet and thoughtful. I wasn't engaged in the day as I normally am. I could tell that I was off. I have this...guilt, if that is the right word, that I can't shake. No matter what I try to do, I seem to focus on the down side of things today...I can't wait until tomorrow when the day will start anew.