It used to be that I never remembered my dreams, and only supposed that I dreamed due to the fact that, well, pretty much everyone does. Thanks to Nathan, I now know for sure that I dream. All that I needed to remember them was to be woken in mid-dream, an event that now happens with far more regularity than I would care to admit.
I still don’t always remember them, but over the last eight months, I’ve noticed a strange pattern in my dreams: in my dreamworld, cars have truly awful brakes. Last night, for example, I dreamt that I was in a car that went backwards over a cliff because the damned brakes sucked so bad.
If cars had brakes like they do in my dreams, we’d have a national speed limit of 12 MPH. My dreamworld needs better automotive engineers.
Posted by Mike at August 22, 2005 10:04 PM