Dreaming

One of the slightly irritating things about being me is I very, very rarely remember my dreams. Usually I have no sensation of having dreamed at all. Perhaps, given the falling / dying dreams / nightmares that used to occupy my mind this is a good thing; but in general I find it a bit sad.

So waking up and remembering leaping about insanely to Oliver’s Army (Elvis Costello and the Attractions) and dancing up and down flights of stairs; well; it leaves me going “what on Earth was I dreaming about?!”.