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I had a dream last night that I was watching a tv show, a miniseries that was complete in about 7 episodes. I don't remember details although I know the main character was some sort of investigator - private, police, or amateur I don't know - and don't remember what exactly she was investigating. She was a white woman, mid-30s to mid-40s, with long, straight, blonde hair. The only detail I remember very clearly was the very last scene of the very last episode. The investigator was standing in a road, around twilight, with woods along either side, looking like she was contemplating whatever she'd been investigating. Then her body started twisting itself up and it became clear that the audience was looking at a battered, bruised corpse - still standing up - with a broken neck and long, straight, blonde hair. The corpse smiled at the camera and that was the end of the tv series.

I have no idea where that dream came from! I guess there are some similarities to The Sixth Sense, though I haven't watched that one in years. Unlike The Sixth Sense, though, there were no clues at all during the series that the main character was dead. Complete shock ending.

I kind of wish someone would make this show!

This morning I had what was probably the weirdest dream of my life. I befriended this woman - I think we were in Las Vegas again - and eventually she invited me to her house to visit. She was married and it took several visits before I met her husband because he was very private and withdrawn, didn't like meeting people. He mostly stayed in his study and researched conspiracy theories, alternating with bouts of extreme housecleaning (he suffered from OCD). Not such a weird dream, right? Except it took place this year and her husband was Pat Tillman. Which might make a modicum of sense, maybe, possibly, if I had this dream 8 or 9 years ago or had been reading a lot about him, or something - but I can't remember the last time I read or heard anything about Pat Tillman. (I do recall that it was an online article about his family trying to uncover more about his death and it was before we moved to this house, so before last October, anyway.)

The subconscious mind is a very strange thing.

I always dream in color - I don't recall ever having a dream in black and white.

I'm glad I was diagnosed with sleep apnea in the spring. Not glad I have it, mind you - I'd much rather sleep without a mask! - but it's amazing to feel well-rested after so suffering from very poor sleep for so long. I'm still not a great sleeper - still wake up too soon almost every night - but the quality of sleep is so much better. I don't fall asleep at work anymore, which is a huge plus!

But (isn't there always a "but"?) I don't dream as much as I used to. Before the bi-pap machine, I went almost immediately into R.E.M. sleep and it seemed like I never hit another level of sleep all night long. It seemed like I dreamed all night, every night, very involved dreams with plot and lots of details. Not so much anymore. Of course I still dream every night, but they don't seem to be as frequent or as vivid. (And I haven't had a story-dream or fannish dream in ages. I once had a dream in which Buffy was taking a science fiction lit class in college and had to read I Am Legend. She, of course, hated the book and Spike thought it was funny that she had to read it.) I miss it. Not enough to quit using my bi-pap machine, though.

This is a dream I had back in 2004 and wrote down. It was verging on nightmare when I woke and even though I only wrote it down a month later from notes I'd made after I woke, I can still recall how it felt. I've often wished there was a way we could let other people experience our dreams themselves.

This is what I wrote when I got around to writing it down: "I remember being in Scotland, pulling small stones out of the cold, clear North Sea.* There were other people there - Star Trek characters, maybe? Dr. McCoy? Anyway, it was dark and clear and we found a sign planted in the sand which said, 'Hell Waits'. A strong wind came up and the sea began to rise. I know all kinds of creepy and evil things happened. I wish I could remember what, but I don't. We all fought and won, then one night I was walking on the shore, pulling small stones out of the North Sea and I came upon the sign once again: 'Hell Waits'. I ran, calling for (who was it?), then woke up with that awful prickly feeling on the back of my neck."

I still think about that one once in awhile and wish I could remember the details. Even though it really was creepy! And actually, a little hopeless, what with having won the battle, then everything starting all over again exactly as it had happened before.

*I've never seen the North Sea. I know it's cold but have no idea if it's clear. In my dream it was though - truly clear, like an unpolluted stream.

Do you dream in color? Plots and stories or just disjointed images? Fannish dreams?