Dreams, or How I Came to Title This Blog

I’m a dreamer. Anyone who knew me as a child will laugh knowingly because I was infamous for my staring-out-the-window episodes. I can daydream so deeply that I won’t even hear someone talking to me. I am extremely gifted in blocking out the world. (Which is awesome, because sometimes the world stinks.)
But I also dream vividly. Only recently was I given tools for interpreting these dreams. (Side note: For those Christians who are going to balk at my belief of God speaking in dreams and dreams being interpreted by other Christians, you can pick up your Bible and read all the accounts in both the Old and New Testaments of this actually happening. Cessationist theology is something I won’t entertain.)