Today I’m doing the challenge on my lunch break and as I don’t have access to WordPress on my work pc I have to pay more attention to all that I’m writing.
Quite frankly, I don’t find that too exciting.

And now I’ve noticed that this version of Word includes a real-time word counter. Crisis averted.

I woke up rather early this morning and I’m not too sure if I had a really intense dream or not.
I think I remember having a dream but not waking up after having it. I’m not sure.

Maybe the dream had me.
Maybe it was a wondrous land of honey and sock trees.
All the residents would’ve been playing and laughing; not necessarily in that order.

Then I suddenly would’ve made an appearance out of nowhere. No pop sound.

One moment I wasn’t; the next I was.

I imagine I would have suddenly appeared and been involved in a conversation as though I was always there.

I would’ve then realised that my head was a blue turnip that spat soliloquies of an extremely docile nature. Then the lettuce leaf that was my enemy would have said something about how odd it was that a lettuce leaf had the ability to talk. I would have agreed and the person I was conversing with would explode into chrome plasma-like lights.

Maybe.

It’s possible that I thought I had a dream but didn’t. It felt like I did though.

I’m not too sure as to whether there’s any basis in this, but I think there’s a certain feeling that you get when you wake from having a dream. I think that, depending on the intensity of a dream determines how strong the feeling is. It’s kind of like waking up in a different world than what you just experienced, if that is an expressible feeling.

Unfortunately I do not know if it is or isn’t.

Dreams can feel like they are taking us to another world but they’re probably nothing more than taking us deep into our imagination as it runs free with concepts it wants to explore, only having the time to do so when we are at rest.

It seems that when we are awake, our minds are bounded by patterns and rules which might be why some of the things people dream about seem so surreal compared to what thoughts usually occur throughout the day time.

Some people think they don’t have an imagination but I don’t think that’s the case.

I think that dreams show us that a lot of people have far more imagination than they realise.

I think that dreaming is a fantastic thing. I think it helps shape a lot of the paths people choose to take whether they are aware of it or not.

Sometimes a dream can be horrible experiences better forgotten than remembered, but as they can be influenced by mental state, they could be considered as part of who we are.

That’s what I think.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 14:43:17

Well, around that time (I reset the timer by mistake but I remember it being around there). Faster than yesterday. I’m not sure what makes me go faster.

Not yet.