Why I am so adamant on telling my husband about my dreams
I often have dreams that I really want to remember. Not because they may be symbolic or prophetic or anything, but because I think they would make a good story. After I down my first cup of coffee, I ask my husband if I could tell him about my dream. He oftentimes says yes, but after a few minutes of me telling, he shows that he is getting bored and/or annoyed. When I notice that, I tend to lie and say, “then I woke up,” just to end it for him. He doesn’t understand why I want to tell him my dreams. I hope this helps him (and all of you) to understand.
My options are...
Write my dream down in a journal.
I will write and rewrite every part because I am not satisfied with the choice of words.
I will scratch out misspelled words and start the entire sentence over. I am even stopping to check everything I am writing here because I can’t seem to help it. I am certain I will be doing this for the whole post. *
I will add parts that never happened because I hate leaving blanks in the “story”
I will revise spelling errors. **
I will constantly check my punctuation. **
I will stop and think about what will be the best way to tell this. What words will evoke the best images? **
I may consult my thesaurus. A lot. **
This could take all day. I may not leave the bed until I am “finished”
Pace around and talk to myself about it.
I will add parts that never happened
I will focus far too much on every detail. The food on the buffet. My banner. My room. The faces and the arena and the car and the game master and etc.
This could take a few hours.
Tell my husband
I will try to keep it short by only telling what actually happened
I may focus a bit too much on little details, but I will move on to help keep it short
I will not add to it. I will not tell anything that I didn’t experience nor see
This could take several minutes.
*I did
**These were added last
















