I am grateful for my polychromatic, vivid dreams–– such realism that I can return into that my dreamworld when I hit the snooze button. Upon awakening, faces form in my vision, as though I am still in the dream; I hold on to the emotions, the sensations, the actions, that occurred. This morning my chest tightens, my heart clenches, and I must consciously command myself to breathe in order to return the present world outside my subconscious and super-conscious: I am sitting here, typing, and drinking chai.
I want to live life in my dreams.
My dreams are always in color, I can see, feel, taste, and I am simultaneously both the watcher and the participant. I have the unique ability to re-enter my dreams if I awaken and return to sleep immediately. I can also direct them from that point. It is rare that I do not dream, rarer still if I do not recall my dreams, although many are not noteworthy. Though quite a few stay with me and haunt my days and weeks, even.
Whether my spectre-habitats are a terror-filled escape from chimera, fulfillment of desire, creation of a lover, working-out of real-life issues, or a simple "day residue" rehash, they are each so vivid; sometimes reappearing in my mind and vision through the day. Sometimes I cling to recollection for half an hour, revisiting and pining for that moment I experienced so fully while asleep.
My subconscious has many adventures! I love my dreamworld habitat!