It had been a particularly icky day. I was chatting with two of my besties about it, when one of them suggested I just go to bed and have sweet dreams.
"I don't dream," I told her.
And I don't. I mean, hardly ever. On the rare occasions I do, my dreams are anxious, unhappy, desperate... definitely not sweet, and waking up is usually a relief. But mostly, as in 97% of the time, I just don't dream.
This friend, however, dreams elaborate fantasies... castle dwelling, nice dinners with friends, theme park vacations, etc. Fun stuff. She says she is always a little bummed to wake up to the reality that is her life, and I think she was rather taken aback that I don't experience the same nighttime escapes.
But that very night, after our conversation, I had a dream, and the next day I informed her of such.
"You DID???" she replied excitedly, "I prayed that you would dream!!! What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed there was a football field."
"That's it. I dreamed there was a football field."