So I think I’ve figured out what is screwing up my dreaming lately. Our house is cold in the winter, living in Massachusetts, but particularly cold in the bedroom, where it’s a full ten degrees cooler than the rest of the house. We’ve been camping out on the futon in the living room where it’s nice and toasty. Temperature-wise it’s nice, but not as cozy as the bed. At any rate, this might be part of the problem with remembering dreams. Maybe not, but my difficulty remembering them in as much detail as before coincides with sleeping in the living room. I’ll see what happens when I get back to the bedroom.
On to last night’s dreams which are vague again. I remember participating in some kind of war games. They were set at sea and I was on a boat that was docked or anchored near the shore. It was an older boat–a galleon or maybe a frigate, though I don’t remember the ship having guns. Anyway, there was a lot of sparring going on inside the boat–I don’t know why that would be, but people were running around knocking each other down and throwing each other overboard. At one point I threw the Captain overboard who happened to be William Adama. He, along with most of the crew, seemed amused by this. Later on, I had a chance to use huge mounted guns along the shore to fire at targets out in the water. Normally in dreams I’m a pretty good shot, but in this case I hit nothing. Oh well….
