So last night I dreamed. I remembered that I did, but the substance and content of the dreaming continue to elude me, and only the disembodied feeling of the dreamscape remains. It could become frustrating if I try to force it. Maybe it will reveal itself to me later in all its pedestrian glory, or maybe its mood will haunt me intermittently throughout the day.

I like thinking about this outloud, so to speak. It brings up a dream I had earlier this week. Two of my students were driving me somewhere. I couldn't drive myself for some reason, but these were the last two students I would have chosen as drivers in a waking state. I was in the back seat. Not a prisoner, but at their mercy? Sounds a bit like an out of control dream. I do tend to dream about school when I'm on break. Decompression? Missing it?