The Best Meal I've Ever Had

    After reading Neil Gaiman's A Game of You and Alice in Wonderland I can't stop thinking about my dreams. In Gaiman's graphic novel Barbie states that the food she ate in her dream was much better than any other meal she has ever had and asks how that is possible. It might seem crazy but in a world filled with fantasy, her statement made a lot of sense. Similar to Alice and Barbie, my dreams sometimes can feel more real than reality itself. I have had dreams that result in tears, or dreams that result in waking up in a cold sweat from fear of drowning. Is it really so odd that Barbie can taste a meal in her dreams? I don't think so. Some of my best meals have been in my dreams as well. Something that does worry me is when the line between dreams and reality becomes too blurred. When dreams seem so real that overtime one forgets it was a memory and they simply becomes a part of your past, how do we keep track of what is actually happening? It is possible that some of my childhood memories are only intricate dreams that have allowed themselves to become a part of my life? Can dreams escape from our thoughts? If so, what becomes of them? Do they walk the streets of New York like Martin  Tenbones? This reminds me of a movie  called MonkeyBone  where a man's dream escapes dream land and takes his place in real life. It seems insane but when I was reading A Game of You it does not seem extremely farfetched and fantasy. I could see my dreams getting out of control on me too.