For years I never remembered my dreams. When people talked about theirs, I would listen with some measure of jealousy, since the last dream I remembered having was the night before an audition for a jazz group, which was horrible (the dream was horrible, although I didn't really enjoy the audition, either). I dreamt I was in a warehouse with a group of people and a priest with the weirdest eyes showed up, and everyone had to bow down to him. I won't say what happened, but it was bad. And Michael Stipe from REM was in the dream, too—although he didn't take part in the mayhem. In the dream, anyway.
I think after that I was scared to dream.
But lately I've been having lots of dreams, and, if I interpret them correctly, they're mostly dreams questioning my competence. A few weeks ago I dreamt I had moved to a new city and was really lonely, and Chris Eldin entered my dream and offered to be my pet turtle. So she turned herself into a turtle, only in my dream I knew NOTHING about caring for turtles, and had to start my research from scratch. Naturally I was under a deadline, since even turtles in captivity will eventually die without care, so I spent the dream racing around trying to keep her warm. I put her under blankets, wrapped her in towels and kept asking her if she was cold. Being a turtle and not being able to talk, she kept nodding. Eventually I found a heat lamp and put her under that in her aquarium. I don't think she'd mind my recounting the dream, as she said it should be a story. Perhaps someday it will be.
My last two dreams have been just as weird, as dreams are wont to do. In one, I dreamt I was waiting tables again, and the restaurant filled up and I felt woefully out of practice (not that I was ever a good waitress to begin with), and things kept going wrong. In the second dream I was an actress who forgot to study the lines for her play until the night before the performance.
I think it may just be graduation freak out time. But in a way, I'm glad I'm remembering my dreams. Makes life more interesting.