Dream habits

Much of my life I have enjoyed my bizzaro, sometimes boring, sometimes horrifying dreams. Early in life many of my dreams took on vestiges of the macabre. Some dreams I partially remember, others not at all. Some dreams seem to repeat themselves or build on earlier or similar dream settings. There were times when I had so many horrific dreams that I almost dreaded sleeping. I should have noted better what was transpiring in my life at the time, but I never was disciplined enough to journal. I could possibly roughly reconstruct if I were more seriously into self analysis, but so far I’m not. I learned a bit from some of my dreams when I thought about them, but how does one really know when one is “reading into” such a disjointed experience as a dream? I find that most of my dreams do not make too much sense sequentially. I do have the impression that I dream in color. Now, just for the experience of doing so, I am going to attempt to chronicle the dreams that are circulating in my memory. If nothing else, my writing should improve as I do this. Maybe those who read this will wonder how long I’ve been so crazy!