There are few things more annoying than having someone tell about their sleeping dreams in great detail. This is partly because their ability to make an effable account the vividness is totally lacking. Another reason of annoyance on my part is jealousy; because I don’t remember my dreams.
I do dream, and sometimes I can remember them for a moment or two after waking. I can only recall three vivid dreams that I’ve had that have stayed with me to this day. One was of King Kong looking in my window when I was a child. Another was of finding myself somewhere that I wanted to be and I pinched myself in my dream to make sure I was really there and I felt the pinch in my dream. The third dream was too personal to share with anyone…ever, but damn it was good.
I envy people who wake up having experienced an entire other life where things are fantastic. Even their night mares are fantastic. Their dreams are virtual reality of sorts and they call into question the old philosophical question, “Am I a man dreaming that I am a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming I am a man?”