I had an odd stretch that was either dreamless (too tired/not enough sleep) or where something would happen (phone calls, small people demanding porridge) as I was trying to write the dreams down, causing them to blow away like dazzledust. They’re so slippery sometimes. Lately though, they’ve been back in full force, so I need to decipher the scrawly dream journal next to my bed. I’ll try to make time for this over the weekend.

I’m reading a new book on dreaming, and finding that some of the exercises I got from the previous one have been both interesting and helpful (when if comes to falling asleep, sifting through the mundane, and remembering upon waking). Sometimes when I close my eyes at night I feel as though I’m going on a blind treasure hunt. I look forward to it.

I’ve really enjoyed reading other people’s dreams/posts…