I rarely remember them.
I don't know why.
But more often than not I wake up and immediately forget what I was dreaming about. Maybe it's age. After all I forget things when I'm awake, too.
There are times, though, when the dreams are so vivid they stay with me. And after I've gotten up to go pee in the middle of the night I sometime try to restart a dream. Rarely with success though.
Some dreams are repetitive. Like the ones where I fly. It's kinda what I think an acid trip might be like. Not that I've ever had one. But I often dream about flying.
The other dream I often have has to do with an elevator. An elevator that never stops. And the elevator isn't choosy...it goes both up and down. But it never stops. Sometimes it keeps going down, picking up speed into some subterranean place this side of hell. Or it keeps going up, exploding through the roof of a building into the sky...up, up, up.
For some reason these dreams never conclude. They get me so scared I wake up in the middle of them before the elevator either slams into hell or drifts so high in the sky it starts to fall again. After all, what goes up must come down.
So I'll wake up, get out of bed and go pee. And these dreams I don't want to continue when I go back to bed after my middle of the night pee break. Oh, no. They're far too scary.
Good thing, too. Because if I didn't wake up and go pee, and the dream continued, the next thing I know is I'd probably wet the bed!
Fly on over to Nicky and Mike's now. The next thing you know is you'll be clicking on the links to see what the rest of those idiots are up to.