Now you remember, and now you don’t.
Dreams really are like farts in the wind. They’re gone before you know it. And if you’re unskilled, there really isn’t much you can do about it. Luckily, for dreams at least, it isn’t that hard to become skilled.
I used to write down my dreams when I had them. For fun, and to practice recall. As many other things, it’s basically a muscle. It takes a little while, but eventually remembering the thing you were doing before you woke up becomes easier. And when yo stop exercising it, the difficulty returns.
Earlier this week I decided to get back into that habit. Maybe it’s a bit of an escapism thing, except with more of an adventure vibe to it. Never really know what you’re going to get from a night’s dreams. Right off the bat I got loads though, I’ve been consistently writing down three bizarre scenarios a night. I’m actually surprised.
So maybe it’s more like riding a bike?