I rarely remember dreams. But then, i don't care what the experts say, i rarely dream either. On the days i wake & i know i've been dreaming even if i haven't any memory of the dream, i'm happy. Because when i have been dreaming i wake more rested. When i haven't been dreaming i wake & my eyes feel like (excuse the vulgarity) "piss holes in the snow." (A term from Siegfried in the James Herriot books.)
So, it is always more pleasant to be waking from a dream. Yesterday i did remember the dream i had had. Frankly, it started with a suicide pact, not sure what that is about. But later i was talking to a dear friend of mine & two other folks were there & being unkind to her. They were talking about her attributes & her weight. But they looked very similar to her in appearance. I told her to ignore them & just know that she is beautiful. But they continued disparaging her.
"They are narcissistic," i said to her.
And one of them responded, "I am NOT! I don't go in for that religious stuff!"
Funny the things your dreams create.
I'm in the mood to post some pics i like.
Duane took these on our honeymoon, 5+ years ago now. Most of them were taken in Yellowstone Park.