Nightmares.

I don't have Nightmares often. They used to be worse when I was younger. I would be so traumatized by the images of horror that played beneath my closed eyes each night that I would try to stay awake to chase them away. As you can imagine this made for a very miserable childhood. I do often have dreams that play out so vividly and carry out such an interesting plot I swear I could start writing books based off of them. I also have dreams that put me in situations I have never been in, making it impossible for me to know certain details, and yet somehow I do. I have so many questions when it comes to dreams....could it be possible to be re-living a past life in a dream? Or even to channel someone else's brain waves, like flipping through the channels of a radio and deciding upon a station...only with less of a choice. Sometimes I find myself in the body of other people. Living there lives, experiencing their daily routines. Last night I had a dream I was Jared Leto. But not just Jared Leto. I was Jared, in character for certain movies. I was Jared as Jack in Highway, As Mark David Chapman in Chapter 27, and a few other roles I just can't remember. It was bizarre, being in the shoes of someone portraying someone else. I could feel the strain of being two people at once, trying to separate who I am from who I was playing. It was odd.

But then at one point it wasn't like I was acting as Jared...it was as if I had actually become his characters.

There was also a few other disturbing and vivid parts of the dream...this was before it shifted to me becoming Jared.

There was a point where I ran out of a building, and into the middle of a city street. It was night time, but everything around me appeared to be black and white. I looked like I was pulled out of a page in a book about the 40's. There was this old styled ferris wheel and movie theater, and under neath the Marquee was this boy.

I looked at him, and he stared back at me in confusion, and almost as if he was straining to see who I was. I remember turning around and running in the opposite direction and this voice in my mind said, "Don't turn back. Keep running. If he sees you, everything can change. You can shift the entire future if he sees you."

In my mind I said, "I thought I was...invisible."

And I kept running. As I ran the setting around me began to change. The world I was in went in color, and the sun was shining. I found myself running in a field, the boy still chasing me, just older.

And I was older too.

I have no idea why I dream such bizarre dreams.

Maybe I am dreaming visions of stories I need to write, or films I need to make.

Hmmm.