The stuff of dreams.

What fascinating things dreams are. In this amazing time of space exploration and genome mapping, we are still held completely captive by dreams. No science has ever fully determined what a dream is, or why they occur. And yet despite our ignorance, they continue to happen to all of us every single night of our lives. And we all dream, we may not remember them and all their misty details, but we do dream. How can it be that these multi layered shows of light, sound and gripping emotion mean nothing? How can it be that despite some of our times most illustrious minds taking a stab at dream 'interpretation', we can't even know if they really DO have meaning beyond random brain spasms? And how is it that not everyone dreams in the same manner? I often wake with dazzling images of dreams still flashing full color in front of my alarm opened eyes, and blaring music (once AC/DC's "Highway to Hell"), echoing at full volume in my ears, but others claim to dream in only black and white and silence. What about the raw, left over emotions that can grip one long into days afterward. Who hasn't awoken, tears streaming down their face? Or joyous throughout the day for a particularly wonderful dream? Turning bright red at the sight of a co worker that one was involved with in a torrid affair not a few hours earlier isn't unheard of either. Dreams contain everything we could hope for and all that we fear. We understand so little about them that their shadowed secrets are safe for a long time, I think. We can only lie back, settle into sleep and hope that we have 'sweet' dreams, instead of the biting, chasing dreams we dread at 2:34am.