I dream very often and usually they are quite vivid. I can at least recall that much, even if I cannot always remember the exact details. I still remember almost every detail from a nightmare that I had when I was five or six though (now 22), so some stick with me. I remember that one time as a kid (probably nine or ten), I told my mom in precise detail everything from a dream that I had the night before (I had questions about something that occurred in it). She basically told me that I was making it all up because there was no way to remember my dreams in such vivid detail.
cherryq
Your Mom is wrong.
I will share one dream.
The set up,...
Long ago when I was 30 my wife and I divorced after 7 years. The split was amicable enough, no real complaints, life goes on. I lost my zest for life, work, fun and consciousness. Slept days and nights, did not eat, and was slipping into despair.
The dream.... I am sitting in the upper deck of a red English double decker bus. On either side of the narrow road are some kind of tall narrow trees like arbor vitae. The setting sun flashes between the trees. Flick, flick, flick.
I am the bus driver looking and driving. Flick, flick, flick.
I am the bus, the headlights are my eyes, flick, flick, flick. I crest a hill and go around a down sloping curve, and see a winding road leading to what looks like an Italian sea side village built on a mountain side. All the houses were whitewashed and the red/ orange terra cotta roofs were brightly lit in the setting sun. Off in the distance in the bay was a causeway leading to a Neuschwanstein looking castle, think Disneyland castle. The bus was going faster and faster, like the brakes had failed.
In time I roared through the village and the sun flick, flick, flicking in between the white houses.
Straight ahead is the cause way and I am still the bus. The white balustrades of the causeway with the blue green sea beyond with the setting sun flick, flick, flick in my headlight eyes. Ahead the palace, but the drawbridge is up. Disaster is eminent. I am roaring out of control. At the last possible moment the draw bridge goes down and the massive doors open.
I, the bus crosses a black and white tiled floor. The interior of the castle is filled with works of art, armor, statues and tapestries. I want a closer look and the bus soars and floats around the massive room like a feather in the wind.
I am stunned with the vision, and wake myself up by my clapping. Really, every word is truthful.
I felt that I was about to lose everything, every treasure that I had accumulated in my life and that I better get my act together.
The very next day I pulled my act together, landed two full time jobs and one part time job. I talked to my prospective bosses and worked out a viable schedule day, night and weekends, and sorted out every difficulty that I had in a month. In a couple of months , no more, life was under my control and joy abounded without any pressure.
Does that sound like I can't remember a dream?