Dreaming Upside Down
I don’t remember half the stuff I dream about, maybe less. I suspect you are the same way, unless of course, you are one of the crazy types that keeps paper near the bed in an event of an emergency. When I wake up from a great dream, I like to savor the memory, then go back to sleep. If it’s a bad one, I enjoy realizing it was fake and closing my eyes again. (It’s always pleasant to find out that I’m not going to jail or getting divorced.) I recently enjoyed the most vivid dream that I can’t get past. I cannot let it go unwritten because it was that enjoyable. I was in an airplane. I don’t know what I was flying, only that it was a low to mid-wing of a silver color. I would speculate on make or model, but that won’t mean anything to you if you are not a fan or caught up in your knowledge of winged machines. I was flying alone in the front seat, a bubble canopy above me affording me a great view in all directions. Even though I could not see the backseat, I remember having th...