Watched "The Giver" with sister yesterday evening. Having read the book, I was still impressed by the movie. Chatted into the night about dreams and stuff. The more I recounted my dreams, the more I remembered.
I've been trying to move the body as little as possible, while taking a nap or sleeping. This way I feel more refreshed in the morning.
A few interesting details in the dreams. In one of them, I saw a moth flying around at a school building (I think). The right wing of the moth was rainbow-colored. The moth landed on the dream body and stayed there for what seemed like a minute before I woke up.
One of the dreams ended with me going home again. It was dark and it was raining. Usually I had taken the bus, but this time the possibility didn't occur to me before I saw one. The bus was not real, but perhaps it never had been (a way for the mind to interpret movement between planes).
Just before getting out of the bed, I remembered all the dreams well. Now even thinking and writing about them doesn't trigger a recall ... just fragments that I considered the most important.
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