I don’t know about the rest of you, but sometimes I have some truly unique dreams. One of my recent favorites involves my maternal grandmother. You see, she died the month after I turned 3. And not surprisingly, I don’t remember her at all: her voice, her mannerisms, etc. But in my dream, it was discovered (this is slightly graphic) that her body was revivable. How wonderful, I thought at the time. I’ll finally get to meet her. And I didn’t ever realize it was dream (my favorite kind of dream). Anyways, I was still waiting to meet her when I woke up. Still though, I am glad I had that particular dream.
Yeah, I keep a dream journal. I really do. And I don’t record the dream unless I deem it to be a good one. But they often are:).
What do you all think of this? And please share your own dreams, if you wish.