Dreaming about flying
I like dreaming. It’s like watching weird movies. Very rarely do I have nightmares but also very rarely explicitly pleasant dreams from which I don’t want to wake up from. Most often it’s something exciting and movie-like where I’m never sure if I myself am the protagonist or if I’m watching. There’s usually some problem that I can’t seem to solve.
What’s weird is that there are a few recurring places, mostly houses and city areas that don’t exist in reality, at least not that I know of, but that keep popping up in my dreams. I also sometimes end up in Japan (where I used to live for a couple of years), or am drafted into the army again. Those dreams are clearly from a first person perspective. And just a couple of days ago, our new neighbors built a fence right through our yard! Man, was I pissed when I woke up.
Anyway, what’s funny is that (unlike Chuck) I can’t remember ever dreaming about my work. I wonder if that says something about a person and if, then what?