I've been having the most wonderful dreams lately. There was a stretch of time when I kept dreaming about substitute teaching. Ugh. Nothing less pleasant than work dreams. I'm there all day, I don't need to be there in my sleep, too, when I'm not even getting paid for it. That seems to have stopped and I've gone back to the cinematic lovelies that I cherish.
I feel bad for people who never remember their dreams, or only dream boring or unpleasant things. It makes it seem as if all that time asleep was wasted. I usually remember my dreams enough to ponder them, go over details the next day, and generally enjoy the little world I experienced in my head. I usually just can't remember my dreams well enough to tell them to others and have them be coherent and/or interesting. That tends to be the way of dreams. I don't think they lend themselves to sharing, no matter how much you may want to.
