When I was a boy, there were caves in the mountains behind our house. My friends and I explored them alot. It triggered recurring dreams about wandering through fascinating cave chambers alive with very strange and scary stuff.
A week ago, at age 54, I had that exact same dream again.
Just last night I had another boyhood recurring dream. As kids we rode the rapids on the river in the canyon for miles. The dream is better than the reality and seems to go on for hours riding that river all the way to the ocean.
Is this an anomaly, or can I look forward to vivid realistic dreams from now on?
I can't wait for the falling dream. That was way cool!
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