Every morning Son #4 tells me about the dreams he had the night before. I used to be the same way. I dreamed. And when I woke up I related my dreams to my mother and friends the same way some people relate anecdotes. I loved my dreams. I felt enriched by them--even the mundane or bizarre or scary ones. I looked forward to having them each night as I rolled into bed.
And then! I stopped dreaming. Or at least I stopped remembering my dreams. And I have missed them mightily. I feel connected to the part of me that writes when I remember my dreams, and I would love to have access to them again.
Any suggestions on how to retrieve dreams?