I fell asleep watching John Wayne's, The Alamo, tonight, which is likely where my latest nightmare came from. I'm writing this as commentary, as I really try to stick to my dreams and write them down exactly as I can remember them, without speculation, I'm not the news. However, like tonight, often I wake and lucidly rewrite the dream in my head, giving it the ending I desire because there are times that my dreams are so realistic that I wake sweating and out of sorts. I don't like this, of course, and don't think it's healthy, but sometimes, especially with the most terrifying of nightmares that affect me physically, the dreams prove to be very prophetic. So, I do not count daydreams or lucidity as dreaming nor do I write them down. Those are my own waking imaginings, not the product of my subconcious, which goes a lot deeper and seems to tap into something a lot bigger than my wild imagination as Mummy called it. Sometimes my dreams are brought on by all sorts of waking things, of course; but I try not to add these bits to my recollection. Just the facts, for a change.
