Dreams

 When I was really small, I'd have this recurring dream. 

A little background, my dad at the time had a cranberry 1960-something mustang with a black vinyl top. We lived in New Jersey, or should I say New Joisey, in a small house with no garage. 

My dream would start out with me in the back seat, in the drive way, alone, and no one driving. The car would back up and drive all around the neighborhood by itself until it drove over a cliff. I would wake up midway during the fall. I woke up startled, catching my breath every time.

The oddest things happen when we dream. Once I woke up under my bed and had no recollection of how I got there. Another time, I woke up drenched in my pajamas and I hadn't wet the bed. The bed had no area soaked in pee.

My daughter would tell us of her recurring dream as a child, she's 19 now, of a door closed with light coming out from beneath and feet standing on the other side. She would go to see who it was, but wake up without ever finding out.

 I would often talk in my sleep. On those nights, I don't remember dreaming, but my mother would tell me she heard me talking. She said sometimes I spoke clearly. Of course, you begin to wonder what you've said so as to not say anything that shouldn't be said during a sleep over or to your parents.

I still dream, of course, and I dream in color and I can remember what I dream about! I have read people dream in black and white and normally cannot remember what they dreamed of. If you try and remember what you were dreaming the minute you wake up, I read that it helps you remember.