Is there anything more fascinating than dreams? Anything more liberating than letting the unconscious mind go on a romp in utter freedom? Anyone unluckier than a husband whose wife wakes up already mad at him because she knows he didn't actually do that -- that thing in real life, but still, oh my gosh, what a jerk?
Not that I would do such a thing. But if the morning isn't too rushed, I do try to ask my family what they dreamt, because it gives me a hint about what's going on with them. My son, for instance, spent a few solid weeks having classic disappointment dreams: it was Christmas, but there was nothing in his stocking but tuna and garbage; it was his birthday, and nobody...READ MORE