My therapy-home work this week is to remember my dreams.
Two nights to go.
So far I'm aware of dreaming - images, feelings. Buts as soon as I wake they're lost.
Not quite true. Last night I was getting married. It seemed a good idea, but everyone except my invisible - but probably quite large and young girlfriend seemed to be horrified.. £10,000 was involved somehow. I tactfully suggested we put off the wedding (and why get married? Not such a big deal nowadays). She threw a wobbly and I woke up.
Oh. Writing it down now, I can see it was a proper dream, to be interpreted etc. But no visuals, no tactiles, no music, no movement. Emotions practically nil.
I long to dream of sweeping landscapes and ballroom dances, and battles and mysteries solved. Of riding a horseback and the horse turn into seagull - that sort of thing. I long to fly and have lingering kisses with all my senses alive. I long... I long for an epic, widescreen dream.
But perhaps I have them every night - too epic to remember.
