My wife dreams in exceptional detail. I find myself envying her talent for total recall of colors, conversations, clothing and the characters of her night visions. But I shouldn't be surprised. Do you know that she still remembers what she wore on most holidays, vacations, dates and family outings? How is that possible? I don't remember what I wore yesterday. Well, I do, but not the day before that.
Back to her dreams. Sometimes, home for lunch or after work, my love will tell me her dreams. And while it can be difficult to listen to another's mind trips, with her it's different. With her I honestly believe if I listen close enough I'll hear an idea for another poem or story. And sometimes I do.
I think I often don't sleep long enough to have truly involved dreams. It's not uncommon for me to only manage 3 or 4 hours in any given night. And I think this is bad for me. It affects my overall mood, my ability to think, my motivation and my reactions to stressful situations.
Last night I got seven hours. And I dreamed. It was lovely. A traveling dream. I don't have the terabytes of memory she does, but I did wake with a strong impression of where I was, some of the people I interacted with and my mode of transportation (a silver bike that seemed to absorb every bump in the road and propel itself when I didn't feel like pedaling.)
And I had my iPad with me. At one point in the dream I was disoriented and trying to head north, back home. I was in a very small town, all in light browns, lined by a boardwalk populated by old, kindly folk. And another person had lost his way. I pulled out my iPad and fired up Google Earth and it zoomed in on the town. We two travelers went opposite ways and he tipped his hat as he left.
I think I need to sleep more. That's my plan. Seven or more hours every night this week.
Do you sleep much? Do you remember your dreams? Do you think you know why you dream?
Posted by Casey Freeland at 07:40