I love dreaming. It might sound strange, but I make it a hobby of sorts to remember them. I have pretty crazy and abstract dreams, many of which revolve around the theme of some cataclysm or personal struggle. Not sure why though... One of the last dreams I had I remember running away from a Mexican drug cartel that had bought my local police department. If I remember correctly, I ended up at some woods, with my hands tied about to executed. The dream ends there. Sometimes they feel extremely real and can't seem to wake up from them. In one, I fell from a high structure and died. Weird thing is I felt myself rising and seeing my lifeless body. Sometimes they just feel so real I'm not sure how to wake up from them. We spend so much of our time sleeping... what's happening up there?