I don't remember my dreams a lot, which is a good thing.
Every dream journal I've started, and there have been several, become abandoned when I realize that they increase the likelyhood of my having an incubus attack (A more colorful name for night terrors).
Once or twice I've had attacks so bad that I couldn't do anything after being temporarily paralysed except pull the covers over my head and pray for dawn, and kick myself for being stupid. Then I blame the dream journal and abandon it.
And the only other kind of dream I really remembere are the ones that give me a sense of deja vu. The mental lines are something like, "*GASP!* I dreamt I was carrying this exact bag of groceries, in this exact outfit, with the wind blowing exactly like this a month ago before I'd even bough this skirt!" Which isn't terribly useful, as far as clairvoyance goes.
Occasionally I'llr emeber a regular dream, and it'll be something stupid like dreaming I'm at amusement park run by frogs or something. But those are in the minority.
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Will we walk all night through solitary streets?
The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses,
we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent
cottage?
-Allen Ginsberg, A Supermarket in California
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