The Dream

I wish I could explain things as I see them. For the past two years, I've been working my butt off in school. I'm studying more than I've ever been so I could improve my social and vocabulary skills. I used to think maybe then I'd have a better way of explaining things, but it didn't help much.
What actually helped, as ridiculous as it may seem, was keeping a dream journal. My dreams were always unusual. I sometimes thought they were signs, because they were always related to something that day or week. Recently, I've been keeping a dream journal. The magnificent images my imagination produces are quite difficult to comprehend in words, but I find a way to write them on paper.
Dreams aren't just memories or scenes of what happened that day. They actually hold meaning of either the past, the future, or messages about the present. They could be signs, deceased loved ones trying to tell you something, or anything else.
Dreams weren't ever 'normal' or average for me, they've always been either delightful or horrifying. And tonight, I feel like hell will break loose.

~Written for This contest.