I rarely dream; my sleeping habits often cause me to skip the REM stage almost completely. When I DO dream, it is almost always filled with gratuitious violence. In my dreams, I am usually pitted against the most rediculous odds, outmanned, outgunned... everything is so vivid and real in my dreams. My emotions are real, my physical responses are mirrored in my real world movements... but in these violent dreams I slip out of the hold of emotion.

It is very rare that I have a peaceful dream involving females (for the most part, dreams involving females are the only peaceful ones I have), but every once in a while it does happen.. Ill dream about some strange scenario, and a number of characters from my everyday and not-so-everyday life play their part.

However... there have been a number of dreams where the characters are always hidden from me upon awakening. The last dream I had was probably 3 months ago. I know Ive mentioned it on here a couple times, but the entire dream took place in the delivery room. My first son was born, and in my dream I cried. It was very significant to me, because the last time I cried was when Robby died. Before that, the last time I cried was sometime when I was 9 years old, and my cousin was on an AWACS plane that sucked 12 geese into an engine and exploded at 10,000 feet. Thats a hefty gap.. and for a while, I didnt think I could even cry anymore. Im pretty sure that I will not cry again until the moment that my first child is born.

What was even more significant, was that upon awakening, I could not remember the face of the woman who had just given birth to our child. I would assume that means that I havent met her yet, but that could also be nothing more than an empty space in my imagination matrix... who knows? Still.... ominous, to say the least...