This morning, I awoke from a nightmare out of breath and frozen under my covers. It felt real because the dream occurred in my apartment. So, in that brief moment between unconsciousness and consciousness, I was confused about which world I was inhabiting at the time.
But I love my dreams, the good ones, and the scary ones because I have very lucid dreams. I can feel and taste and smell and do a lot more while floating around that ethereal universe. That’s why I write down the most memorable dreams – they inspire me.
Write, and do it right now.