My Life

I've had some strange dreams, of late: one involving superheroes, and another involving my ex, to whom I haven't spoken in six or seven years. The former makes sense to me, since the trailers before Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull included those for The Dark Knight and Hancock. The latter makes no real sense to me, especially once I get into the details of the dream. These are just two of my odd dreams. I go through stages where I don't remember any of them, and then others where I dream frequently and vividly and remember details - minute details. I guess it's only a problem if I overthink it, but I believe the subconcious is often trying to tell us something...whether it's something simple like "Hey! You love superhero movies!" or "You wonder how he's doing." But why do I wonder what he's doing? I hope he's OK. I hope he's happy. I thought I'd put it all to bed, so to speak. I don't feel anything, though, so I suppose that's a good thing. Strange thing, the subconscious.