I wonder if my life becomes less significant, profound because I have never fought for anything.  My dreams are full of blood and violence, I am always fighting, struggling for myself, or to protect someone else. I'm not always angry in my dreams though, most often I'm just desperate.

I thought everyone dreamed like me, but most people say they do not. My dreams are always full of impossible/non existent landscapes populated by horrifying creatures, they are almost always desperate; violent, bloody, disgusting, overshadowed by a creeping dread. But I always wish I could show other people the amazing places and things I've seen in my dreams. They're usually complicated stories, but I'm only left with images and impressions when I wake up. Sometimes it's like I have a sequence of dreams over the space of a few days, where they all seem to take place in the same universe or have a certain feeling to them... sometimes I can't tell the difference between what I dreamed while asleep and remembering thinking about the dream while I was awake.