'cause The Sandman Wants To Know

Not long ago I left a comment of this guy's post about dreams. I trotted out the theory that we writers tend to have more graphic dreams and later recall those dreams than non-writers. I say this because after years of reading blogs and talking to writers I hear them report strange, weird and extremely graphic dreams way more often than I do from my non writing friends.

Today I offer up a trio of my recent nocturnal illusions as further proof of my theory.

Dream #1 Mary Lou Retton, resplendent in her patriotic leotard was teaching me how to pole vault. I stood there listening intently as she gave me instructions on how to do pole vault and I distinctly remember her saying, "I still have lots of contacts on the Olympic committee so you are a shoo-in to make the team.



Dream #2 My wife woke me up to inform me I was whistling a tune in my sleep. It was at that point I realized I'd been dreaming about a clay animation form of myself standing on the stage of the Jerry Springer show singing a song. I only wish I could recall the tune I was singing.

Dream #3 This was the most graphic and vivid dream of the three. I had a raw, festered splinter in either my hand or arm. I had a pocketknife and was trying to remove said splinter but with each attempt I cut a huge chuck of my flesh away. i remember the quarter sized pieces falling away and me nonchalantly going back to work on the splinter which remained untouched at the center of an ever growing and bloody crevice in my body.

I am lucky to have an eclectic group of readers so I'm going to take an informal poll. Please weigh in with your answer.