So, after 6 years of marriage, I found out that my hubster isn't as intrigued as I am when I talk about my dreams. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and tell him everything that just happened in the most recent dream. Last weekend, I realized that my details have been falling on deaf ears. He's all, "Hello?! It's a dream! Of course you were fishing with a kangaroo...dreams are SUPPOSED to be bizarre!"
(Eye roll. Don't insult my dreams.)
Well. OK then. I'll share my fascination with other, more interested, listeners. My kiddos. :)
Maya, Maxwell, and I have our fair share of wacky dreams, and we all love to talk about them. I think it develops imagination, helps the kids become more aware of themselves and their surroundings, and it encourages them to share their thoughts and ideas with me. Mostly, I just love to talk about dreams.
My strangest dream ever happened when I was in high school. In it, my entire biology class took a trip into the woods and climbed a rather gigantic hill. When we were almost to the top, we started sliding in this thick, green goo which sent several of my classmates slipping and sliding out of sight. I awoke just as I was pulling on the root of a tree, trying to take the last step to the top.
Do I want to know what this dream means? Not in the least. I will tell you one thing I learned from this dream, however - I dream in COLOR! (I always wondered if I dreamed in color or in monochrome, and I'm extremely happy to know that my dreams are just as vibrant as my taste in wall colors.)
In conclusion, you should know I enjoy talking about dreams. I enjoy hearing about dreams. And I do not believe that some people do not have dreams. My theory is that they're just not that interested in remembering them.
What is your most vivid dream?