Dreaming

Dreams. Dream, dream, dreams. I always have to question my dreams. Their ability to make me second guess everything that I know. When I was younger, my dreams were often filled with fright; horrid imaginations of truth and fear, all wrapped up in one. And they are still like that. Truth is, I can't remember most of my dreams. And when I do, I wish I hadn't. I complain and complain about having the worst dreams ever. I often wonder if someone was purposefully taking my good dreams away from me. Silly as that sounds, I have nothing else to compare them too. Dreams are tricky, fun, exciting, and bewildering. At least, that'd what they are suppose to be. I've never taken apart a dream sequence before.
I never get the dreams about finding love. I've heard stories about people finding their soul mates in the dreams. Well, not their actual soul mates they've yet to meet, but an idea of what one is actually like. Me, I've never had such dreams. Unlucky at life and in my conscience. Some people dream of their friends in an lighter manner; laughing, joking, fun adventures. In my dreams, my friends plot against me in some way. Kind of like those cartoons that never get what they want but keep trying in each episode, always ending the same. I'm just happy when I have people in my dreams. Usually, I'm alone or alone with zombies, or alone with a two hundred foot creature. I wish I had lighter dreams. I dream for happy dreams.
When I'm dreaming, my existence is usually for a greater good. That has to mean something, right? I'm never a hero, but I attempt to save the ones around me. I often take my life to save theirs. Wrong place, wrong time dreams. I get those a lot. Maybe someone's telling me that I have a purpose in life. More than what I can give, I think. I don't know really. If it is unhealthy to have gloomy or horrifying thoughts, then what about dreams? I often think I should write them down so I could analyze them piece by piece by frame. I think too much too. Could that be a factor? Maybe I'll never know. I feel lost when I'm awake and my dreams are no different. But, when I'm dreaming, I feel as if I have a purpose on earth. I'm not that brave in real life or at least I think I'm not.