I slowly stopped dreaming. And I never realized it until my boyfriend started talking to me about his dreams. I didn’t have anything to say back, I hadn’t dreamt anything for months. I started to make an effort to remember my dreams, and in the two months we’ve been dating, I’ve had two dreams I can remember. I want to dream more. My dreams are odd, confusing, and very surreal, but I enjoy them and miss them. I’ve started journaling them, it’s a strategy.