To sleep…perchance to dream…
Posted on 10. Nov, 2008 by Deb in Just...an Observation
I’ve never been good at remembering my dreams on the whole. I remember bits and pieces of things – especially the pieces of weird stuff. I don’t seem to remember all of the dreams, though. There are, of course, the few that I remember. Usually those are the ones where someone I know, often someone who has passed on, gives me a gift of some sort.
Rarely do I remember much more, though, except in those deja vu moments. You know what I mean…those whispers of thought…flashes of images…sometimes a wafting of scent. Not enough to really think about – just enough to wonder.
All the experts say you need to keep a notebook by your bed and scribble everything you can remember the moment you wake up. I’ve tried that, but it really doesn’t seem to help me remember. I know I dream most nights, because I wake with those fleeting feelings. But when I come more awake, the rest of it is gone. I live consciously and focused. I just want to remember my unconscious thinking…..
What about you? Do you remember your dreams? Details? Pieces? Nothing?
ruminator
12. Nov, 2008
It’s hard for me to believe you get no comments on your posts. But then, I rarely draw them either.
I sometimes remember my dreams. When I was on antidepressants, I remembered them clearly and have a lot of notes in my journals about what I dreamed, and some reasons why I think I dreamed them.
Now, I sometimes remember, as before. However, I think it’s a good trade — little remembering of the dreams for losing the drugs.
Now, Young Son will tell you that I dreamed the last time we were in Lubbock. I had a full-blown nightmare. I was calling (you know that weird vocalization when we dream) and he was about to wake me when I started growling. He decided to let me be.
I woke after that and came to all fours before I realized what was going on. I remembered that dream.