I haven’t been remembering my dreams. This is unusual for me because I’ve always been a vivid dreamer. But since my diagnosis, it’s like I haven’t been dreaming. Even if I wake up from a dream, I don’t have any recollection of it.
So it’s been a pleasant surprise to have started to remember some dreams. And they all have one thing in common — they’re joyful; I’m very happy in each of them, even if what I’m doing isn’t particularly exciting.
I had a dream about crushing it at work and being filled with joy. I had another dream where I was at some kind of retreat and kept telling everyone that my first night there was the most relaxed I’d ever been.
The other night, I had two dreams I could remember. I woke up from each of them feeling lighthearted. Delighted, even. Who would have guessed that my subconscious is so busy seeking out the delight same as I’m trying to in my waking hours.