DreamingPosted: December 20, 2015
I took a nap today and had such vivid dreams. I woke up ready to cry because I was so upset. I can’t remember anything from my dreams today anymore besides being small and vulnerable and under attack.
I love remembering my dreams; I used to have a great one about flying when I was a kid. No wings or fighting to stay aloft, just swooping and soaring like Superman. I had a nightmare about my mother dying from a spider bite then, too.
Dreaming itself is a treat, though. I know I got fair enough sleep if it was deep enough to dream. I always feel more rested when I’ve had a few dreams.