Jul 09 2007
Inside Out
I only remember bits and pieces from my dreams last night. I remember that I put on an old pair of pants that I used to wear for skiing. Thick wool pants. I gave them to the Deseret Industries today, dug them out of the closet with a bunch of other things on the cleaning day. So I guess they were in my brain. I had them on inside-out, and someone had to tell me. I took them off and turned them around.
I don’t remember much more. I think I did earlier today, but then I had to go off to dog training, drop the stuff off at the DI, and get my contacts polished. So by now most of it has faded. I really should write it down earlier… but I will admit it, I probably will never do that.
My wife remembers 90% of her dreams on a regular basis. I might remember 1 a month. I wonder what that’s all about. I would love to go to one of these sleep/dream analysts, see what they have to say about it.
My wife remembers 90% of her dreams on a regular basis. I might remember 1 a month. I wonder what that's all about. I would love to go to one of these sleep/dream analysts, see what they have to say about it.
That is cool about your wife remembering dreams. My husband hardly ever remembers his. He even says that he doesn’t dream, but he’s got to dream doesn’t he?
That is cool about your wife remembering dreams. My husband hardly ever remembers his. He even says that he doesn't dream, but he's got to dream doesn't he?