do you dream?

i'm sure that i do, but what's weird is that i remember none of them. not even for a few fleeting minutes before i'm fully awake. if i try, really hard to remember all my dreams for-forever, there is only one that i can remember. (sorry cynic, i know you've heard this 10000 times before). well over a decade ago, when i was in college, i had mucho-mucho-crush on a girl i'd known for years. i was always dating someone when she was single and vice-versa. so we were just best of friends. her parents ran an embroidery business out of their converted garage and had banks of these machines that would just churn out shirts and other products all day long. they had the most comfortable couch. you'd lay on it and pass out in minutes because of the hum of those machines going and the pure comfort of the couch.

after high school, my family eventually moved up to phoenix from tucson and i found a job up there so i went with them. so i'd only see crush-girl every so often and would usually spend the night when i came down for a weekend. she invited me down one weekend over the winter holidays and while i was down there, it was a relatively full house, so i got the comfy couch, but younger kids were on the floors in sleeping bags in the living and dining room. so in my dream she came and woke me up by leaning over the couch and smooching on me. i awoke a few minutes into this delicious event to find myself groping at air and kissing dead space. i think the only reason why it solidified so hard in my brain was that i was so horrified to think that someone else might've woken up and seen my display.

and to be honest, i don't really remember any details of that dream now. i just remember the event because i've laughed about it a couple of times and i've told the story so many times. but i really, really don't remember it.

so a big thing for me for years was not believing people when they told me about their dreams. i was just certain they were making the dreams up for attention. especially the people who remembered them so vividly. as i grew up and realized that wasn't the case, that people really did remember them that way, i started to become a little jealous. how amazing to have that fantasy world open to you. way back when, i wrote a blog about anger management courses that i had to go to because i couldn't sleep. it was funny, because at the time, someone presented the suggestion that maybe i can't sleep so well because i look at sleep as wasted time. now anyone who knows how much i love naps scoffs at this idea, but it's interesting. in iraq, where i looked at sleep as a time machine that made the end of the tour come faster, i slept pretty darned well many nights.

so how about you? do you dream? do you remember them? how long do you remember them? just for a few fleeting moments while you're fully waking up, or for hours and days? and is it all of them, or just a few? talk to me! let me live vicariously here people...

oh, and what sparked this? reading dg's dream story. if anybody talks to me in my dreams, it must be stupid stuff not worth remembering....

oh, and damnit! go watch the call center movie that i linked to in that post below. c'mon. it's mildly amusing.