Hey, here’s a fact I bet you didn’t know about me: I haven’t had a proper dream since I was about 10 or so.
Not that I can remember, at least. I used to remember all my dreams, and I would think about them all day. The last one I remember was a flying dream I had.
See, I thought I was a dragonfly, and not the bug kind. The kind from an old kids show I used to watch, that had little toy action figures for them too. It’s old enough and bad enough that I can’t find any trace of it on the internet in a preliminary search.
In any case, I was some cool dude with two giant wings attached to my suit, and I was flying around, above the clouds, wind in my face, surrounded by bright yellows and pinks and reds from the clouds, since the sun was setting.
I still remember that dream. That was the last dream I remember. After that, I went through a series of nightmares, and then I stopped remembering my dreaming altogether.
I don’t know why, and I don’t know how. I really haven’t stopped to question it until recently, and I really want to know what it was that made me stop remembering my dreams. Does my brain just fail at defragging, as it were? or is it something more complicated?
Maybe I’m just being too complicated about it.
Either way, sweet dreams everyone.