dreams

I used to love my dreams. I have lucid ones. Yes the actual ones you know you are dreaming and can manipulate stuff in. I have plenty of them. Recently though...by an unwilling attempt to understand them I've been looking them up on the highly generalized dream websites. Sometimes I obsess over things. Anyhow, my dreams have become these long sagas of tragedy and humor. Like something written by an 18th century writer trying to make it big but keeps failing at it. I keep thinking there are these deep meanings in what my brain is doing...and possibly not. Either way it sucks having a long drawn out drama happening in your head not letting you really sleep even though you really are asleep. What's up with that? I wish my brain would leave me alone. I can't even get away from myself. LOL. No, that's not really funny.