Do we all dream in colour?

The first time that l discovered that my husband hardly ever dreamt and that when he did dream it was in black and white, l was astonished.!

My own dreams , not only are in colour but often so vivid is the dream, that l can wake up, visit the bathroom, go back to sleep and continue with the same dream.! Part 2 after the bathroom break.

Dreams are a peculiar, yet fascinating phenomena. So vivid can they be sometimes, that many an innocent husband has been rudely awakened by a yelling wife hitting him over the head.(l have this on good authority from women of all ages, that this is true, plus, of course, l´ve done it myself.)

¨¨¨How could you?¨¨ yells the wife, often in tears.

The sleeping husband opens his eyes to total confusion. ¨What have l done?¨

The poor man doesn´t know that his loving wife has been dreaming of his affair with her best friend, the childrens´teacher, a film star or if it´s a real nightmare all three.!

When your dream is so vivid, so real, then it can take quite a while to shake it off. It´s not real, darling., but shaking off that NON-affair, your husband has NOT been having, often can take hours. Reality check, girl. Get a grip.!

l have a friend who has such terrible nightmares, l think she ought to look up a film director. Her nightmares would make great horror films. Ones that l definitely would not watch.

Many times l´ve sat with my poor depressed friend, listening to her recall some of the the most horrific and often disgusting dreams.

She got so angry one time with a mutual friend that l had to hold her tight by the shoulders, and look her straight in the eye..reminding her that the dream was HERS, came from inside HER head,. Our mutual friend had nothing to do with it and no, you are not going around to her house to ´give her a piece of your mind´ She´s none too stable herself. .

It´s a weird phenomenon that could make my friend freeze, and look at me first with disbelief and gradually, very, very slowly come to accept the fact that her dreams came from inside her own head. No-one crept in through her ear and climbed onto her brain , or performed any of those unusual acts she had described to me.

All in your own head, dear, and knowing the books you read, l´m not surprised.´´

l find it quite fascinating to interpret my own dreams. l know there are many books that will explain what it means if you dream of spiders, or snakes etc.,.Some of them make perfect sense. Yet, think about it, Isn´t it our own daily experiences, thoughts and emotions that get muddled in our heads when we sleep.?

LEARN TO REALLY KNOW YOURSELF.

Knowing yourself, means sometimes having to admit to the more unpleasant facets of your personality, but hey!. Who cares? It´s your mind, your dream, you don´t have to tell anyone.(worst -case scenario, your friends already know you´re grumpy when tired and lose your sense of humour once a month)

l´ll give you an example of my most recurring dream. l am always lost.!

It doesn´t matter where l am in the dream, there are crowds of people but no-one can help me. Most of them look straight through me or over my head,. Am l invisible?

Even if l do find someone who is not behaving like a robot, they still can never tell me the way home. l´m just..... lost...

l can sort of understand the ´lost´dreams over the past year, because we´ve had to move countries (against every fibre of my being) Six burly men scraping me off the tarmac and bundling me onto the plane. Not a pretty sight.! (only joking, but l really, really did not want to come live in England). So, yes l feel a bit lost, here, but l shouldn´t, considering l´m with my husband of 42 years, . we have 2 children, 6 grandchildren and within the last 6 months 2 great´grandchildren. Most of whom live in this country.!

Also moving here does not explain all the ´lost´dreams of the past 20 years in a place l adored living., or all the ´lost dreams when l lived in the town l grew up in....???? (l must be so insecure it´s unreal)

It´s great fun analysing your own dreams,. Insecurities, stress, feelings of our problems being like mountains, impossible to climb, . All these things and more can cause us to have strange dreams.

Overwhelming problems leads me into thinking of my favourite recurring dream...

l am alone in a dark street. No street lights, people all around as though it is day but l´m not afraid., but something quite abstract is bothering me from behind . l can´t see it or know what it is . It´s just there....So l start to run , full of confidence l run faster and faster till l reach a clifftop and daylight, then l just lift off....Wheeeeee l can fly.

No-one else can fly in my dreams.

l don´t bump into any birds or low-flying aircraft, l just fly alone...l have a truly wonderful peaceful feeling as l fly , usually over the ocean with clifftops in view , should l want to land.

l never do want to land, l always wake up while still flying, only to find myself flat on my bed.

Then l lie there wondering what is it that l´m flying away from, in real life.?? Normally l´m the sort of person to face my problems head - on, but this is a dream, a regular one. Who knows?

l wish you all sweet dreams.