Dream people

I realise I have strange dreams involving random people. I wonder if the souls I met in my dreams are actually real people, real souls adrift in time and space, as their dreaming souls detach from their body and collide in a world mimicking reality from a psychedelic dreamer's tinted lenses.

Most of my dreams tend to involve people, whether I know them in real life and meet them everyday, someone I once knew but haven't met or thought about in years, or even random strangers I've never met and unsure whether they exist.

I met an Indian girl in my dreams once, and she told me her whole life story. She had caramel skin and soft dark brown flowing tresses. I never directly spoke to her. It was like I was a distant soul watching her life from afar. All the drama that untangled and all the mundane ordinariness.

Last night I dreamt I had tonsilitis and went to the clinic to see a throat doctor. The doctor had a name. Dr. E. He was funny and very friendly, almost too friendly, and had a weird power over me. I woke up perplexed.

I always wake up perplexed. I once dreamt of an old acquaintance I haven't met or thought about in years, one who has descended into a path much too far from my own. In my dream, however, she looked different, but normal. No signs of black lips and blood or the smug look of hate. Instead, she had a turqouise scarf on and we went bowling. Perfectly random. I woke up perplexed.

I had even met a girl I've never met before in my dream, only to meet her a few weeks later.

These dreams had me wondering, if a random stranger walked into my dream unceremoniously, do I wander into people's dreams as well? The topic of dreams always fascinates me.

People are always in my dreams. What does that describe about me? I am people-oriented? I doubt it. I am almost anti-social when you think about it. I am a hermit...well, maybe not entirely, but a butterfly is a fit description. I do like to observe people. From afar.

ok, end nonsensical rant.