The statement "My only dreams are nightmares." is not just a poetic sounding phrase, but is essentially true in regards to my life. I either don't have dreams, or I don't remember them, so my primary experience with my subconscious is solely through nightmares. Last night was different. This morning when I woke up, I could actually remember my dream (or part of it). Maybe this is a one time occurrence, maybe not, or maybe I can remember it because my mother woke me up in the middle of it. I have decided to record it, in case it may be of some value somewhere in the future. I know this won't likely be descriptive, or have much content as I don't remember much, but here it goes...
