We all have dreams. Some are wonderful and some dreadful. Most of mine are in between. I don’t have many nightmares, at least not any more. When I was young I had the one about the bed being way up in the sky and I was afraid to lean over the edge. Sometimes I’d put my foot on the floor just to remember it was really there. Now when I have a dream I have to write it down so I can consider using the scene in one of my books.
I use to have a notebook beside my bed, and then a tape recorder. Now I just try and remember. I remember the dream the next morning about 50% of the time. Hopefully I have the same dream another night so I’ll make notes on all that happens in the dark of night. I think food has something to do with the type of dreams I have. Red wine seems to be more exotic, while chocolate and ice cream more docile. Of course what happened the previous day also affects the tremors that invade my sleep. If I can ever figure out what to eat so I can have a certain type of dream then I’ll remember everything. Now I need to dream about how to do a presentation to 100 people about a water project in Africa, but I’m still not giving up chocolate.
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