remembering dreams

In the past, I used sleeping as a way to cope with my life which I think many people also do. I'd sleep at any time I can, especially in the evening. At night, I'd just prolong it until the late morning of the day after.

When I'm awake, I'm just forced to go through my day, feeling more stressed at each hour that passed. Then I'd go to sleep, lose myself in my dreams where nothing makes sense.

At some point, I was doing it a lot to the point that I was mentally aware that I'm in a dream yet I wasn't lucid dreaming. I'd actually ask questions to the people in my dreams and talk to them. In nightmares, I wasn't frozen with fear - not when I knew that I could actually fight it off. Most times than not, I always win or at least managed to escape easily.

But I can never change the place or the people I was with. It's like I was just teleported into another world. The rules of the world still applies to me.

Unfortunately, the effects of these was that I get sleep paralysis more than I expected - not every night, more like once or twice per week. Another was that I began to sleepwalk, which will make this post longer if I even try to explain what happened.

I still remember my dreams until now. The only difference is that I don't use my dreams to cope anymore, just as something fun on the side, another world that I visit and leave on my own accord.