It took all day for me to remember what I dreamed last night. Okay, maybe the loads of alcohol I consumed before bed had something to do with my fuzzy memory. Moving right along, I can only remember two things, two small snippets. 1. Someone was trying to break into some building to steal the diamonds that were there. Haven't a clue where that came from but... 2. Last night when I was out my with my friend at the pub, a young guy, not bad looking (a bit skinny with a super nice smile) hit on me a little. Immediately I mentioned that I was married. Two seconds later he told me to have a good night and left. In my dream he was there hitting on me but every time he opened his mouth I recoiled because his teeth were hideous.
Conversely, I had a dream a few weeks ago about a friend that was quite disturbing. I keep meaning to tell this friend about her shocking role in my dream but have not yet had the opportunity. My memory of this dream is so strong that even now I can close my eyes and see what she did. It's been weeks and still I have no trouble recalling the images.
The lesson: why is it that some mornings we cannot grab onto the memory of the dream no matter how hard we try, and other dreams stick with us for weeks, months of even years- as easy to recall as an actual life experience? I don't know but maybe there is a scientist out there who does. I feel some research coming on.
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