Lengthy post, sorry! > < ) /

I have a couple of friends who told me they never dream about anything, they just pass out and wake up. Like a void or an inbetween conciousness, but I've never really had that!

I'm a dreamer, and I've always had vivid dreams, always full of movement and some sorts of another life lived elsewhere. I often wake up exhausted like these adventures take out times of my life for each of them but I can't imagine it any other way.

I dreamt again tonight, the most vivid and slow dream I've had in a while. It's cloudy, the sky was this warm gray and it felt so so cold. The rain started pouring while I was walking about in a familiar garden and whe nI looked up, it was the most beautiful scene I've seen yet. The droplets of rain pelted my face stronger as the rain fell and I was alone but I felt so warm inside, it's as if the heavens allowed itself to be vulnerable with me and I had feelings welling up in me.

It rained for a while, and I sat in it. With all of the stress in life as of recent, I found the little peace my mind could offer, all in a dream I could only wish to visit again.

I hope you all could've seen it but I could only really share not even a fraction of its feeling through words. I do not know if you fancy dreams, but I wish if you will, it'd be as beautiful as I had this one. c: