I write down an account of my dreams and draw any images I can remember from them in an 11″ x 14″ sketchbook pretty much every morning without fail.
Some mornings I’ll remember as many as five separate dreams from the night before. But some mornings I can’t remember ANY of them. On those rare mornings, I’ve found that (nine times out of ten) if I just start writing (anything really– doesn’t have to be related to dreams, or sleep- it can be a grocery list) then a few minutes later my dreams will burst from my sleepy synapses onto the page, in full technicolor®.
And on verrrrrrry rare occasions, I dream about Eddie Pepitone* hogging two bathrooms at once.
On those occasions, I feel obliged to post them in some public forum. I think dreaming about Eddie Pepitone is very good luck. Check back with this blog in a week or so, and if I’ve gotten any large checks, or have gotten laid, then I’ll assume I’m right.