I actually remembered a couple more dreams since I posted the last ones, but they were a little too brutal to share here, I think. I, of course, am used to having these kinds of dreams, so I’m desensitized. I started writing out one of them here and then stopped myself. I was like, “this is a bit dark now that I see it on screen. Maybe I ought not share this one”. Then I had another zombie apocalypse dream, but it was the perfect opening for the book I want to write about zombies, so I’m keeping it to myself. Partly because it’s brutal, and partly because it’s really long.
I’m not sure why I have such vivid dreams so often. It’s always been like this, and I can still remember some dreams I had when I was little too. People used to come to me to have their dreams interpreted. I can do that for other people, but for my own dreams not so much. I guess dreams are kinda like faults; easier to see in others than in yourself.