Dreams.

I took a walk today. Listened to some of my favorite musical compositions. Autumn is a time is nice. I just wish it didn't precede the five months of cold winter we get here in the midwest. Saw geese flying over me to land in the lake. That's always wonderful to see.

Been thinking of dreams within the last few weeks. Not daydreams, but <i>dreams</i>.

I hate dreams. I love dreams.

For a time, our minds exist in an alternate reality, created my our subconcious and our emotions.

Dreams are horrible. Dreams are wonderful.

We sometimes experience emotions and physical feelings in dreams - some nice, some nasty.

Dreams are terrifying. Dreams are inspiring.

The worlds our dreams create are many, <i>many</i> times forgotten as soon as we leave them. Others we remember until death.

There are dreams I wish to forget, and dreams I wish to remember.

Dreams are often our subconcious's way of dealing with issues in life. Others times, not so. Sometimes we even get to control our dreams. Those are perhaps the best. I've sometimes woken up by choice. I think, "I'm done. Time to wake," and that's that.

Dreams make little sense. Dreams help us.

There are times when I fall into a half-dream-state, where my eyes are closed, I know I'm dreaming, and I still feel myself lying in bed. Then my left leg - always my left - jerks suddenly and I return to full conciousness, heart beating fast.

Dreams are scary. Dreams are fun.

Dreams... dreams... I hate dreams... I love dreams... and I can never decide which I feel more.

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This has been: My attempt at a willheim blog. It was fun!

The Vinyls, Pants, Octaves, and Expensive Tastes re-write is underway, but progress is slow as I've somewhat been lacking motivation. That's fine, though - not like anyone truly cares. Oh well.

In other writing news, my part in The Album has been posted, if you're interested in that. Spike was a lot of fun to write, and I think it shows! I'd appreciate any critisism anyone would care to post.

Also, for the two one none of you who are waiting for A Trip To Canterlot's second chapter to be posted: It is still going to happen, but I've no idea when. Still, don't give up your nonexistent hope!

Welp, In a couple hours I'll be off to the world of Harry Potter for a spell (ha!) then to bed, sleep, and perhaps dreams. Until then, goodnight, readers who've made it this far! I love you!