I cannot actually remember having many dreams in my life, as I have always had recurring dreams. Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of a walk that starts at the bottom of the hill of the street where my Grandmother lived, and takes me to a pathway in the mountain, where a small boy dressed in old fashioned clothes, sits and waits for me on a dry-stone wall, dangling his legs below him. I do not know the boy, and faces do not appear in my dreams, but it is a happy, peaceful dream.
As I have grown up, I have had roughly five recurring dreams. The oddest one, and for about three years, was of me searching empty dessolate and dirty public toilets of my local pub. I still do not know who or what I am searching for, but people seem to pop up from my past. Girls who I went to school with, standing around gossping.
My latest recurring dream is of a 11th century church near where I live, which I photographed last year. In this dream, my fiance dares me to open the doors and see inside, which I have never actually done in real life, but as I do so in my dream, all I find behind the Church doors is a bottomless drop; dark and frightening. It is not a nightmare, but like all my dreams, it is surrealistically real.
Sometimes these dreams seem to merge together, but they very rarely alter. I have had very few nightmares in my life. The scariest of all, which chills me to this day, was of me searching the woods at night. I found a body face down in a stream, and as I turned it over, it was me - naked, dead and decayed. *shudder*. That was the one dream where I wished I couldn't see a face. I am shaking thinking about it.
I would love to dream somebody elses dream just once - Just to see if dreams are the same for everybody....