Most of the time I suspect I don't dream at all.
I fall asleep and wake up in the morning.
Sometimes way too early, like 2am or 3am and let me tell you, the peace and quiet of the wee hours is perfect for reading in bed with a cup of coffee or milo. Especially if you've already been deeply asleep for several hours and are now wide awake.
Anyway...sometimes I dream, but on waking in the morning I remember nothing but that I have dreamt and the dream was a good one or maybe something that left me feeling unsettled.
Have you ever noticed how an unsettling dream throws off your whole day even though you can't remember the dream?
A few days ago, I dreamed that I'd opened my cutlery drawer to put things away and found all the cutlery mixed up like someone had taken all of it and just dumped it in without sorting into the proper compartments. I remember feeling confused and knowing that it couldn't possibly have been me, so who had been in my kitchen? Why would anyone not sort their cutlery? Finding a teaspoon would be a nightmare. So in the dream I started to sort everything back into the separate compartments, but woke up before I finished.
I forgot that dream until a few days later when "no-one" came to visit and I was getting out forks for our lunch. So I told her about it and now I can't forget it.
I'm taking it as a sign that my life is a little mixed up right now.
I'm on holidays, so haven't settled to any sort of routine, although I can feel myself now wanting to head that way, plus I'm not at all sure I want to go back to work when my holidays are over.
That decision can wait, I have plenty of time, but I think a more stable routine needs to happen soon.
With winter coming on, I'll need to sort out washing days, shopping days, cooking and baking days, all of which have been crammed into weekends for the last twenty plus years.
Perhaps my next remembered dream will point me towards something.
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