by Heather the Jane.
I love dreaming. Yep, no further explanation necessary. I go to bed with a smile on my face at nights because I just love dreams and can't wait for the show to begin.
I'm one of the lucky people who most often remembers dreams quite vividly. And the dreams I grasp back to just upon waking are, quite often, absolutely full of meaning for me. Every night I set a pad of paper and pen next to my bed. When I wake up in those wee hours, I write down what I've been dreaming. There is little more thrilling than to read over those notes in the morning and come across something that nudges me into remembering a dream I may have otherwise forgotten. (Oh, and little is more frustrating than when those three am scribbles are hard to make out ... especially when they deal with a story we're working on! ... read on ... I have a solution!)

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