- 06 Nov 13, 19:50#379820
I LOVE dreams but more and more often I can't remember them. I catch whisps of them and they evaporate. Sometimes I'm desperate to get back into a good dream, And I can't and then it goes away 
I did have vivid recurring dreams as a child.
The best one was that I could fly. It was SO realistic. It happened on Several occasions but not at will. When it happenned I remember how I took off I had to run and jump, and then I'd land and jump again, and each time the jump kept me up longer until I was flying. I was flying around near my house and the nearby fields. I could speed up by the way I held my arms. I also remember that I shouldn't fly too far away, that would be bad.
Another one was about lions being after me, and prowling outside my bedroom window. And I can remember them snapping at me as I hid down behind a high kerb stone and also as I climbed over a style .
And the last one was about Indians. ( the Native American sort) they were after me at my school. I can't remember how it happened but we blew them up in the school. But then we crept to look at the blown up building and I saw them all in there picking up the pieces of fallen masonry, and they looked up at me.
All those three were recurring dreams, One fantastic but a hint of scariness if it went wrong; the other two very scary. Strange how I remember those but struggle to remember the current ones. I just remember the feeling, the essence, it's just out of my reach to get back to the story.
I did have vivid recurring dreams as a child.
The best one was that I could fly. It was SO realistic. It happened on Several occasions but not at will. When it happenned I remember how I took off I had to run and jump, and then I'd land and jump again, and each time the jump kept me up longer until I was flying. I was flying around near my house and the nearby fields. I could speed up by the way I held my arms. I also remember that I shouldn't fly too far away, that would be bad.
Another one was about lions being after me, and prowling outside my bedroom window. And I can remember them snapping at me as I hid down behind a high kerb stone and also as I climbed over a style .
And the last one was about Indians. ( the Native American sort) they were after me at my school. I can't remember how it happened but we blew them up in the school. But then we crept to look at the blown up building and I saw them all in there picking up the pieces of fallen masonry, and they looked up at me.
All those three were recurring dreams, One fantastic but a hint of scariness if it went wrong; the other two very scary. Strange how I remember those but struggle to remember the current ones. I just remember the feeling, the essence, it's just out of my reach to get back to the story.
You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.
Abe Lincoln
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power. Abe Lincoln
Abe Lincoln
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power. Abe Lincoln
