My dreams aren't really dreams or nightmares. I mean, they're hardly scary, but they deal with dark material sometimes.
I had two last night, don't remember how they intertwined though. One was a story of these highschool children wagging and trying to get someone fired, which concluded with me (not me, as such, you know... the protagonist) and one other, presumabley a friend, at the end of a corridor where our room was being assailed by a zombie. Very nonsequitor to the main story.
The other revolved around me and a friend Ian (who halfway through the dream turned into a Goonies-like fat kid without explanation) uncovering a pedophile hideout. The start of this one had an entirely different point, like I remember images of me and Ian just going around town, but I don't remember why.
Pretty much to remember your dreams, you have to think of your dreams as soon as you're concious. If you wake up and think "What a nice day, I know I'm going to go out and pick cherries", within the 5 seconds thinking that you've lost your dream. Just think of everything that happened in it once you wake and you'll find you should remember much more.
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