The night before last was a blur. I knew it had to do with running, or at least the preparation for running. I think I was trying to make plans or figure out a route or something. I also vaguely remember being in my house (and it actually was my house, not some random conglomerate of past houses I've been in) and it was raining outside. (Maybe this was where my running planning was becoming foiled?) There was some commotion going on with some people who were parked in front of our house and I remember feeling uneasy. I wasn't scared, but just cautious. Right before I woke up I was dreaming about eating cookies. I just kept eating them! Then I found the calorie information and I was mad at myself for eating so many damn cookies. When I woke up, I was relieved that I didn't actually eat that many cookies, but also a little pleased that I could enjoy them in my dream. That is totally sick.
Last night was so vivid until I woke up. I tried so hard to remember my dreams but couldn't recall much. At one point in the night I woke up and had to consciously tell myself to stop thinking about work so that I would stop dreaming about it. So I know I had a work dream and I know it had to do with next year.
Trying to remember my dreams is a bizarre experience. Usually they are just there. It is not uncommon for me to say, "I had this dream last night..." In fact, as a child I would frequently say "I had a dream..." and my mom and step-dad would say, "Yeah, you and Martin" referencing the beginning of MLK's famous speech. It is funny how now that I've taken the time to actually document them, it is so much harder to remember.
Today a student in my class started saying, "this was in my dream last night!" over and over. Were I not a fellow dreamer, it would have seemed distracting-for he really wanted to tell his classmates that what I had just said and what was going on was in fact in his dream last night. And it was distracting, as he caught the attention of many of the other students, but I could totally relate to that feeling: that moment when the brain clicks and you realize that something about the present was with you the night before. How many times have I seen someone and immediately felt that rush of remembering our experiences together...in my dream. Just the sight of the person floods the memory (or some part of the brain) with images, but sometimes only feelings, sensations. It is similar to smelling a particular scent after many years and in a millisecond being hurdled back to a very distinct point in one's life. We all have that. For me it is laundromat laundry machines and Old Spice deodorant.
How strange to experience that with sight, and in a way that is quite personal and that those involved have absolutely no idea.
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