I’m so frustrated with the number of dreams I forget when I wake up. Not so much the ones that were mental stories, but the ones that could have been great ideas but were forgotten the moment I woke up.
Ever get that feeling?
When I was a teenager, I remember speaking to a psychologist as part of our school program, which aimed to help students find the perfect career. At some point in our conversation, the psychologist asked me what I usually dream about. I answered, “I don’t really have any dreams.” Which, from my perspective, was true, because I’m not a fussy sleeper and I usually wake up with no memories of any dreams occurring.
The psychologist was a lovely lady, but she wasn’t happy with my answer. “That’s not true! Everyone dreams! Every time they fall asleep. Everyone dreams.”
So naturally I thought, “Well, where do all these dreams that she’s talking about go and why can’t I remember them?”
Last night I had the perfect dream for an idea. Idea for what? No idea. It disappeared as soon as I woke up. I keep trying to bring it back to my conscious but it’s not working. To be fair, it may not have been as impressive as I thought. Who knows. But it was certainly strong enough to wake me up in the middle of the night.
I wonder how many great ideas I’ve lost because of fleeing dreams.