I like the story annamill. This morning I woke up with the alarm and turned it off instead of using the 'snooze' button. Sad to say I cannot remember what I dreamed.

I also keep a small record of unusual or recurring dreams. While depressed I dreamt often of a mile high cliff with a city beside it. The towers of the city rose up in front of the cliff but there was no bridge to connect them to the country at the top of the cliff. I would end up driving around trying to muster up the courage to make the jump that everybody else was making to get from one side to the other. I've never made the leap yet.

As a teenager I had a marvelously erotic dream. I woke up feeling, well, wonderful and relaxed. However the only images I could remember from the dream were Charlton Heston and ostriches. I'm not sure whether I should be glad or sad that I've never had that dream again.