Rena’s Web

Mostly I remember my dreams in snatches.
Riding a train through a land of monsters.
A young French girl begs for acts of kindness.
Being in the Korean Army and having my release papers in hand when war breaks out.
Good night sweetheart, good night.
When I was young used I had these incredibly vivid and complex dreams and daydreams with regularity. I would wake up with whole worlds seared into my imagination. Then they stopped coming so often. Now they are rare. I really miss the daydreams, which almost never happen now. They were so intense, and so loud! As with most things these days I appreciate them more when they come. So much so that I try to write them down upon awakening.
It is normal for me to dream in third person. I am often not myself. Sometimes I am not the main character. In some dreams I am not in them at all.