Perchance to dream

For a long time now I don't remember my dreams. I am sure I dream (I'd be a raving loon if I didn't, right?) but I remember nothing when I awaken.

I am jealous of people who remember their dreams...lucidly, in detail or even in flashes. In the past year I think I remembered maybe two dreams. I don't remember them now but I did remember them when I woke up.

I know my dreams are disquieting because recently I never wake up refreshed and ready to go . Instead, I wake up already tired, like I've been working hard all night. Perhaps I have too many dreams. Maybe if you have too many dreams you don't remember them.

There are some theories about why some people don't remember their dreams. They don't value their subconsious, they are stressed, they don't want to remember the (disturbing) content of their dreams, some people are genetically predisposed to not remember their dreams upon waking.

I used to dream...or I used to remember them, once. Still, occasionally, very occasionally I do remember them.

For some reason I think my dreams might help make me a better, more prolific writer. I fear that by not dreaming I am deprived of a part of myself that is precious and creative and adventurous.

I heard somewhere that if I write down 'I want to dream' on some paper and leave it on my nightstand or if I say those words aloud and firmly, I will remember.

I'll try that tonight. Let's start now, I want to remember my dreams.

There.