We all dream.  Some people are better at remembering dreams than other.  I’ve read different theories and suggestions on things you can do that will enable you to remember you dreams.  But none of them have ever worked for me.  It would be interesting to be able to instantly recall what you’ve dreamed when you wake up.  Sometimes this does happen.  I might remember a snippet of a dream upon waking.  Normally if this happens the dream will return to me within an hour or so.

I don’t know what the science is behind dreams.  But I don’t think the brain shuts down completely when we sleep.  It would be interesting to know what goes on in your brain while you sleep.  Is it just a hodge podge of recollections?  Is it you subconscious trying to bring some idea or reassurance to the forefront of your understanding?   Or is it your true self running amok for seven to eight hours while you sleep?

I’ve also been known to talk in my sleep and even get up and walk around.  This hasn’t happened in a while.  (At least not that I’m aware of.)  But when this has happened in the past it scares the bejeezus out of Doug.  I have sat upright in bed and babbled.  I have gotten up out of bed and walked around to the end of the bed and cussed someone out while pointing my finger in the air.  Doug says he would never go to sleep if I was mad at him.  He’s afraid I would walk in my sleep to the kitchen and come back to the bedroom and scoop his heart out with a spoon.

Without getting to mushy or personal, Doug and I are snugglers.  He is either snuggling me up or I’m snuggling him up.  One night several months ago he was asleep on his side and I was snuggled up against his back with my arm around him.  Now if you’ve read any of my past blogs, you know I have a thing for skin care.  I am often on a quest to find the very best eye creams.  That is my obsession.  I currently have three different bottles of eye cream, none of them I care for.  I guess this particular night my obsession was on my brain.  While snuggled up against him with my arm around his chest, I was apparently dreaming that I had found the perfect bottle of eye cream.  But sadly there was only a little left in the small glass jar.  So in my dream I was digging down into the bottle to get the last little bit out with my finger nail.  I was in deep sleep and my brain had taken over.

I was suddenly thrust from a deep sleep to being fully awake.  Doug had jumped up out of bed, rubbing his chest, and shouting at me “What the hell are you doing?!  I started laughing.  I immediately remembered my dream and realized that while we were both slumbering soundly, I had been digging my index finger into the middle of his chest, trying to get that last little bit of cream out.

He didn’t see much of the humor in it when I tried to explain why it happened.  I think in the middle of the night he took it as a personal physical attack.  After returning to bed, I continued to chuckle at the funniness of the whole thing.  Doug however was still a bit touchy and didn’t want me anywhere near him.

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