Do you remember your dreams? How about your last dream?

I woke up today dreaming about a baby stroller that had rolled over to a bench in Walmart where I was sitting and using my phone. In the dream I couldn't decide what action I could take that wouldn't cause issues (like people thinking I'd stolen the baby or that I was neglecting it), and then some guy next to me was saying '500', which was so meaningless I woke up grumpy about that not meaning anything.

The baby in Walmart no doubt came from the stupid YouTube videos I was watching last night about kids left in cars or abandoned in stores, but the weird 500 I suspect came from HollyDolly's dream.
 
I usually remember my dreams, but how many do I forget? Of course, no one can answer that. This morning I found myself in a peculiar situation involving some strangers. I woke up and realized it was a dream.

I actually remember the first time in my life where I realized I was dreaming. I told my mother about what happened when I was sleeping, and she explained what dreams were. I accepted her explanation, but I thought dreaming might be the weirdest thing I could ever experience in my life. They still amaze me.

My dog barks and whines in his sleep. I assume he's dreaming. I can't imagine what dogs dream about. He doesn't act like he thinks it's weird, nor does he seem concerned when he wakes up. Maybe he just thinks he was really doing whatever he dreamed.
 
I remember my dreams, for they give me things to think about during the days. When the day becomes humdrum, when I become weary, into my head I remember a dream that I have had. Then I may daydream of my night-dream, for to see why it came to me. One I had and have many times, is the dream of me at work. Working so hard, abiding to the rules, only to be mistrusted and abused. The tyrant bosses the lying co-worker, taking control of the situation for their amuse. Me telling myself, why am I here, for I am retired, I must leave this crude ruse. I tell them I am leaving, then fly away in the wind, with the wings of a butterfly I am off again. I am free of the world, now am retired, there is no need, to put up with the working environment, anymore.
 
I don’t remember any dreams. I may have a feeling of whatever was happening in my dreams, no details. I can remember a little bit of a recurring nightmare from my youth. Haven’t had it in years.

A few years ago my husband started having thrashing dreams/nightmares. He’d jump out of bed ready to deal with something. This is quite commonly a precursor to Parkinson’s, which he has now. He believes these are nightmares, not just dreams, because the restless legs give the sensation of running.
 
I remember little bits of my dreams mostly, I would like to remember more, but they just
don't happen that way.
 
My brain is very unusual in that I just don't dream during REM sleep but 100% of the time even if I just nod off momentarily say while seated upright reading a book. Cannot recall every waking up without being aware I was just dreaming except as a young adult after drinking alcohol. So over decades I've had a vast dream life that apparently operates in non-awake neural oscillation brain wave modes. I rarely dream lucidly. As someone that backpacks into wilderness areas with potential dangerous animals, I am a light sleeper able to wake up from strange external sounds.

A primary reason we do not easily recall dreams is that our brains use two neurochemical memory mechanisms, short term and long term, with the latter not operating during sleep. Thus we only recall parts of our dreams for a short period after waking and that is what was going on just before we awoke. If one tries to immediately recall upon awakening, then a neural connective path opens to possible earlier parts of our dreams that we might vaguely recall. Memories are sequential. The key is to try and recall what was happening in dreams quickly upon awakening lest they quickly fade from possible recall.

There are parts of our normal awake brain not available for the executive control pilot that operates while dreaming. Creature brains do not directly perceive what sense cells send to our brains but rather our perceptions are an internal re-creation of the external world a creature exist in. Evolution needed to do so in order to cope. For our eyes, that is an actual modified 2-dimensional fields of gray matter cells in our occipital cortex at the back of our heads. Thus again, it is that field in the back of the head we are aware of, not actually output from our eye rod and cone sense cells.

A common dream I've had for decades is losing my car after being say at a store and then finding it is not where I expected it is when returning to a parking lot. Oh no...stolen again goes my dream? It won't be in the parking lot because instead of recalling where we left a car in a dream, that short term memory of doing so has faded and doesn't exist in the way we recall while awake. Instead, a parking lot will be filled by a pseudo creation brains fill in by morphing. I've had that dream so often that now there is apparently a place in my dream brain that tells my pilot "Aha, David you are in a parking lot lost car dream again."
 
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I generally remember all of my dreams.
Sometimes they are disconnected and have no common theme, but often they are somehow related to my life.
Last night I dreamed I had moved to Hawaii and I was looking for a new home. I found one that had a wide open living room/patio pond with colorful Koi. The pond was overgrown with spectacular tropical plants.
 
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt I was at a fortune teller and she told me weird things about my husband. One thing she said made me wake up laughing. She obviously didn't know anything about my hubby, She said he was mad because I spend too much money on myself when actually he says I am too cheap on myself.
 
You are forgiven!
I was standing at the lecturn on stage of my elementary school auditorium. You guys were in those uncomfortable wood rows where the seats go up so the class could file in each row, then sit. Although the room was light I couldn't see your faces although I know many of your faces. When I woke up my cat Buffy was right next to me and of course that's a good thing. 😻
 
I was standing at the lecturn on stage of my elementary school auditorium. You guys were in those uncomfortable wood rows where the seats go up so the class could file in each row, then sit. Although the room was light I couldn't see your faces although I know many of your faces. When I woke up my cat Buffy was right next to me and of course that's a good thing. 😻
Pfft! Well, while I’d like to see you on stage, I’m not ok sitting on those hideous wooden chairs . The kind where I have to stand up to let someone else in. šŸ˜ I’d prefer if you dreamed of us in the audience sitting in comfy lazy boy seats that recline . Preferably with a place to put a refreshing drink. Cold but with no ice. Maybe some refreshing flavoured water. Popcorn would be nice also. Caramel popcorn, even better.
Thank you. šŸ˜…šŸ¤Ŗ
 
Dreaming is an interesting topic I think.
It is.
I wonder why I have very vivid disturbing dreams if I eat unusually rich food? I went to a party the other night. Lovely but stodgy buffet. I spent the whole night with indigestion and repeating scary dreams.
Normally I do not remember my dreams.
 
Last night I dreamed I apologized to each and every one of you. I don't give you my best. I don't remember my best. I'm sorry.
You are far too hard on yourself.
Please keep in mind, that as seniors, our brains don’t function as well as they used to. Our blood vessels shrink everywhere in our bodies so there is less blood circulation and this includes our brain. Mental dysfunction is more prevalent at this age as well as physical pain. I’d certainly hope , that as members here , going through all this ā€˜old’ stuff together, that we’d be more accepting of all this. Many of us are blundering more, maybe getting more moody, maybe less cheerful.

We don’t need to forgive you because we didn’t even notice or even care. Said in the most loving way possible. We, do however, care about you as a person so be kind to yourself.

Have some hot tea & biscuits with me. EB431C58-C088-4D92-BA24-E33B711F3C90.jpeg
 
Friday night I dreamed I was drinking Vanilla Tea, and loved it! Not a tea drinker, except in U.K. Never heard of vanilla tea, ever. Next day son took me shopping. Found Bigelow French Vanilla Black Tea. I love it!
 


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