>>1978994I often have lucid dreams (I know I'm dreaming during the dream). Unfortunately, I am usually not able to effect the content of my dreams.
Recently, I had one of these dreams.
It was Christmas in the house I grew up in. It started with me in the front yard, with the front door before me. I immediatly knew I was dreaming because my parents no longer live there. There is a beautiful wreath on the front door. I don't know why, but I remember it vividly. I go in the house (the door squeak is exactly how I remember it) and I am immediatly greeted by three long deceased dogs. I drop to my knees and embrace my friends but I feel nothing. I remember that I am in a dream, and go upstairs. My parents are there, together and happy. My adult brother is six again, sitting under the Christmas tree. We have dinner together, all of us. Then suddenly we are at my mamaws, all around the table. It's another Christmas, an older one. I stare at my grandmother as I try to memorize her face and the sound of her laugh. I try to think of something important to ask her but I wake up instead.
On top of having many lucid dreams I often remember my dreams as well. The memory of that particular dream is pretty painful.
My parents have been divorced for a long time.
My grandparents have been gone longer.
The dogs are a more recent pain.
