Shoshoni

I woke up in my bedroom and my husband was lying next to me, still asleep. A voice told me that they would explain why I no longer had the vivid dreams that I had most of my life. (IRL I have had frequent, vivid dreams my whole life, but a few years back, I stopping remembering all but some very lame dreams with no plot. I want my dreams back) Then, a transparent screen appeared in the middle of the room that took up most of the room. The voice said "This is the dream your husband is having now. Then a small screen appeared right in front of me. It was about the size of a computer screen and had several small pictures on it like you might see in a google image search. The voice said "These are the dreams that you had last night." "Notice how much smaller they are than his dream." I looked over the images and put my hand through the image of a golden retriever. The dream played and was over in a few seconds. There was nothing worth remembering in it. The voice then explained that because my husband was now having such large dreams, there was not enough room for me to have large dreams too. The dreams that I saw in front of me were as big as they could get next to my husband's big dreams. The dreams that I used to have were even bigger than the dream that my husband was having and that is why they were so vivid and real to me. At that time my husband could not remember any of his dreams.

I was in a museum in front of the entrance to an interactive nature exhibit. I noticed how worn the entrance looked and was prepared for the whole exhibit to be run down. Once I entered, I was delightfully surprised how nice it was inside. They used real plants and it was landscaped like I was really outside on some country trail. I was my bike and looking around at all the wonderful detail. Then I spotted some grapes growing on the side of the path. I turned my head back to look at them while I continued to peddle my bike forward. Then I realized that I was off the trail. The bike fell out from under me and I grabbed a handful of vines so I wouldn't fall as well. The vines had covered a cliff. I thought how careless it was for me to let this happen. I tried to climb back up on the trail, but the dirt from the embankment crumbled in my hands. I was only able to hang on by the vines. Just then, someone on a bike was approaching. I asked him if he could help me. He peered over the cliff and asked me what I needed. I told him I needed help getting back up on the path. He said " Then why aren't you screaming for help". I told him that I thought I could get up by myself and when I realized that I couldn't, he came along. He said "If you really need help, you should be screaming". I asked him if he would help me. He said "OK, but I doubt it will do any good." He then shouted at some bikers up on the ridge. "Hey, someone is hanging from the ridge and can't get back up. Can you help!" One of the guys on the ridge shouted back "If they really needed help, they would be screaming." then they disappeared over the ridge. The guy then said "You see, I told you!" I said "Will you help me?" he said "I already did." I reached my hand that was not clenching the vines upward. "Take my hand and pull me up" "Why would I" he said "You still aren't screaming" I said "so you will only help me if I start screaming." He said "I never said that I was going to help you at all, but someone might." By now most of the vines had pulled out of the ground and the few that remained would be out any second. I looked around and there was nobody around accept for this guy. I tried harder to find something else to hold on to, but there wasn't anything. Just as I started to fall, I woke myself up.