I recall a dream VERY seldom. It will be many months or perhaps years between. Never actually charted it. I am aware when I disturbed from REM sleep that I had dreamed, but don’t have any idea of what. Whatever it was that woke me has my attention and the dream is gone completely.

The very few that I remember are very vivid, very long and involved, and an extreme mix of personal reality and the bizarre. And I retain them almost permanently. They will have real people and places intertwined with surreal actions and events. They will have almost complete chapter-form scenarios of total unrelated actions and places that would be a dream in itself.

Example from a year or so ago.-
I am driving a bus up a downtown street I know well during a rush hour traffic jam. The bus is a 9 or 10 story, Dr. Suze type contraption with the driver in the top. I’m fighting to keep the swaying of start and stop jerks from toppling the thing as I have all these people I know talking to me. I’m making polite small talk to very familiar as well as actual faces I know but not even their name. I’m having problems catching people in the doors as well as trying to figure how long to give the people going down the “slides” before I start moving again. I’m “pleasantly” explaining that it takes the ones from the top levels longer to get clear is why I haven’t started moving again. I can’t get the passengers to not start down the slides after each bumper-to-bumper lurch because they won’t be deposited at their stop until after the swaying ceases. This white-knuckle trip goes on for the mile or so up the detailed real avenue.

I’m not going to even start with where I find myself and what happens next.

*cups groin and shakes it* Here, interrupt this!

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