about my dreams

I don’t remember my dreams, but the other day I did. I could vividly remember being in a forest and the intense and abstract events that followed. I was in a forest, the trees around me, the blues and greens in the creases of the trees. A lady yelling, standing tall, holding a sharp pair of scissors, a few other people stand nearby, the yelling continues, then she stabs herself and blood stains the lovely fabric of her dress… and then I wake up. For me I am trialing methods and ways to remember my dreams. I like the idea of dreaming and I am excited to give each of them a go. Fill the pages of my dream journal that is currently untouched. Let the adventures begin!