Something made me think of the faces in my dreams.  Something about the way they all look in each dream the same, and yet distinct.  You would think that I would have a better eye for faces, since i seem so focused on small details.  Somehow though they always slip away in my mind once they are past my view. I remember the basic features, but everything detailed fades into this hazy view.  

I am beginning to think something about these people in my dreams.  I am trying to remember who they are.  I know who they are in my dreams, and the roles they play.  I can’t seem to remember though, who they are as people.  Something about them all seems familiar, but at the same time i feel like they are someone elses people.  Someone who put this dream in my mind.  Someone who kept the vision clear there, is remembering and I am watching.  Even as i am the dream.  Even as i interact and construct it, I am not the one who made the dream.  

 Does that mean that my mind is filling itself of details to make the people more real.  Filling in what is missing so that I don’t feel foreign in the dream itself.  Instead of making it a movie, it makes the dream my own, but my own interaction.  Or is that something my mind does on it’s own.  Does my mind create these things, and then I am forced into the rails that keep my body and attention from wandering where they shouldn’t be going.  

 I am so tired.  I realized now, that thinking of the dreams itself seems to be calling me to sleep.  It seems i just woke from one sleep, and I feel compelled to go to another.  Something in my mind feels like it has broken loose and demands my body to follow it.  Something wants all of me to follow.  It is like a compulsion to sleep.  To close my eyes in this room and go somewhere else.   I will do my best to remember the faces.  See if these are my dreams, or if i am watching the dreams of others as some type of conduit.