I love the night. When I am outside sitting around a fire with friends.  Or when I am walking down a moonlit sandy road. Or sitting on the porch listening to the night sounds.

I don’t love the night when my dreams become tumultuous and full of drama. I did not post last evening.  I went to bed very early again.  I am battling the symptoms of the illness that plagues me.  My dreams did not allow peaceful rest.

I have always dreamed in full action Technicolor and remember much of details and moods. Some dreams I never forget.  They live in my memory as if they really happened.  Sometimes a dream mood will stay with me after I awake. I have had dream moods stay with me for days.

I have learned to redirect dreams even while sleeping through them. I will awaken remembering how a dream was deteriorating into a nightmare and I had changed the scenes to avoid disaster.  I don’t always have success, though.  Last night, the dream deteriorated into chaos and panic.  I woke myself to get out of the hysterical state I had entered.

I wake up still tired many mornings. Some would avoid sleep to avoid such problems.  There is a good side to this.  Many of my dreams are better than a movie.  Adventure, beautiful scenery, even good drama.  I love when I have those good dreams.

Recently, I had a clear and vivid dream of his mother. She has been gone from us many years, but in my dream I got a wonderful hug from her and could hear her voice and see her clearly.

It happens sometimes. Someone I love who has passed on will appear in my dreams.  Clear and well and full of love.  I will take the bad dreams if it means I will also have the good dreams.  Dreams that become memories as surely as if they happened in life and not just in my mind.