I’ve been having dreams lately. I'm sure I've always dreamed, but I rarely remember them, until a few weeks ago. Melanie's Wish was the most starkly vivid and compelling but they've been flooding in, waking me up several times in the night almost every night.
Obviously this has made me extra sleepy but I’m beginning to fall into a rhythm with them. I snap a screenshot of the time on my phone and then recite into an audio file as much as I can remember, and let myself drift back to sleep. It's becoming more and more normal for me.
Still, I'd like to take a break this week and revisit some older dreams while I get a handle on the new ones. I've had a series of recurring dreams spanning three decades, all featuring a nameless, faceless man. I've examined these dreams for years, sometimes thinking it was a classic subconscious search for love, or an escape from my marriage.
I longed for passion and romance and the world had successfully convinced me I would only find this while I sleep. A…
