In Which I Am Frustrated Because I Can't Remember Why My Dream Was Awesome

Have you ever had a really good dream? One of those really good dreams that you realize is a really good dream while you're still dreaming? So, while half asleep, you tell yourself to go over and over the dream so you can remember it when you wake up? 

Of course, then you wake up, and you're like "... What the heck?" Because not only is it completely bizarre, but you don't remember 95% of it, despite the remembering-exercises you did in your semi-conscious state.

Yeah. Had that happen last night/this morning. It's one of those moments when you really start to question your own sanity. Because even when you DO remember, you realize just how WEIRD your dreams are, and it's slightly disturbing that you found them amazing and delightful on some unconscious level. You know? 

I don't know. Maybe if I remember more from last night I wouldn't be so cynical. But I don't remember. I remember images, and can see clips of my dream, but I have no idea what the plot was. No, that's not true. I think I remember what the plot was, I just don't remember why I was so obsessed with it. Why I wanted to remember so I could write it down when I woke up. 

Sigh.

I used to have very vivid dreams. I remember blogging about them in, like, the eighth grade. They were so random and looooong, and I'd remember a ton of it in the morning, so I'd tell my friends before school so we could all have a laugh at my crazy mind. I still remember some of them quite vividly. I remember my first nightmare vividly, too. Okay, it obviously wasn't my FIRST nightmare, but my first registered nightmare in my recollection. I remember my sister helping me go back to sleep after a nightmare when I was probably 6, when she told me that she took the scary thing in the nightmare and made it funny. Like if you have a nightmare about alligators, you change your dream until the alligator becomes your friend or is doing a funny dance. I like that memory.