Rainy Day, Dream Away.

I have extremely vivid dreams.  Extremely vivid.

The bonus for me is I often remember them in great detail.  Colours, events and large chunks of dialogue. My wife is usually amazed at how much detail there is, and how much I can remember.

And, might I add, my dreams are often extremely twisted. Very, very weird indeed.

I love those dreams. I look forward to my dreams.  I wish I could remember them all.
 
The best part is that I often get ideas for stories from my dreams. Usually just a seed or a thought that leads off in another direction, but enough to get my thought processes happening.

When I was a teenager, I had a recurring dream.  Over a period of about 5 years, I had the same dream more than half a dozen times that I can recall. And it was exactly the same each time. For years I've been fascinated by this narrative, and wondered what it meant.  I've recently discovered the right story in which to include this dream. It'll fit nicely, paralleling another arc. And no, I'm not going to share it here.

A few years ago I learned not to give out too many dream details to people. Dreams are an insight into our truest selves and I know some people who would love to analyse my dreams and infer, wrongly or rightly, my deepest darkest secrets.

I tell my wife most of my dreams, I tell my best friend some aspects of my dreams, and then I'll selectively tell other friends bits and pieces as I see fit. And anything I use in my writing gets mixed up or distorted through narratives so that no-one would be able to work out what came from where.

I may be twisted, but I'm not going to let you see that.