The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

I do not remember my dreams. I don't know why. Alicia can wake up and tell me a whole bunch of dreams that she just had, and she'll remember them too. Days later. It's strange to me.

Now, I say that I don't remember my dreams, which isn't entirely true. I remember some of them, and I mean only a few. Maybe like twice a year I'll remember part of a dream. Which doesn't really mean much anyway, as I don't remember it much past a few hours. I don't know if it has something to do with memory, or... I don't know... blood pressure maybe. It's a skill I don't have. Not really sure I want it, but there it is anyway.

I told you that story to tell you this one. Last night I had a dream that I remember, part of it anyway. It had something to do with this strange gerbil/prairie dog thing that could run on walls and jump across rooms and stuff. It was strange. The other part was that I remember it being strange that this creature even existed, but it had nothing to do with anything in my dream! It was just there. Running on walls and jumping. Deffinatly strange.

I don't think I'm going to find that translation in a dream dictionary. I wouldn't even know what to look under for that. Flying? Animals? It's just strange. Thought I'd share.