That's the problem with alarm clocks.
They rip you out of your dreams before you realize what's going on.
Next thing you know, you're staring at the ceiling, thinking "Well, I think I was having a good dream."

Those good ones are the worst to forget.

I dreamt of CFP last night. I was walking down that little street beside the Marquee. You know, the one the Coast is on. I think it's called Portland Place. In the distance, I saw a sweater. I didn't think much of it at first. Then, as I got closer, I recognized the sweater-wearer. As soon as the recognition hit me, I took off running. Down the hill, as fast as I could. I jumped at him and gave him the biggest hug I could imagine.

That's it. End of dream. I guess I wonder how he's doing. Is he still in Newfie-land? Maybe he will come back to Halifax soon and we can be friends again.

Big
Dry
Giant
Hairless
Pussy

and I don't mean those hairless cats like in Austin Powers.

It's hard to put this dream into words. I was not involved with the pussy in question. It wasn't mine [I try to keep mine nice, but I've never been and probably never will be bald]. It wasn't someone I was with. But somebody was touching it. I saw more fingers than tongues. It was like a big screen in a movie theatre. I guess I was watching porn in a theatre. I wonder if PeeWee Herman was there. But it didn't seem like anyone else was there. Just me and a big screen and a giant, bald twat.

It's cold.
Dark.
There are big, fluffy, ominously gray clouds.
It's raining; I can't really feel it.
I can't even tell if it's drizzling or pouring.

I'm on my knees; anxious, panicked,
Crawling slowly but quickly between cars.
Looks like the NSCC parking lot.
I repeatedly look over my shoulder.
I can't get away.

Beep, Beep
Waoo, Waooo
Honk, Honk
@#$^@#%&$%^$#!

Car alarms are going off everywhere
Now I feel something hitting me
It's not the rain
Is that spit?
Garbage and insults
I guess I deserve them

They ring in my ears
They don't stop
They're hollering

"WHORE! WHORE!"

They don't stop
It keeps getting louder and faster
There's no other words
Not Ho, Bitch, or slut.
Just Whore.

Everybody dreams, but many don't remember them. I, however, have been haunted by dreams my entire life. A multitude of types of dreams.

I've had the ones that just summarize recent events in life. I've dreamt in black and white. I've dreamt in colour. I've had dreams where I'm observing events as an outsider and ones where it seems I'm actually there. I've had good dreams and nightmares. I've had these weird dreams where it feels like I'm wide awake and surrounded by spirits. I've watched movies in my sleep. I don't have too many sex dreams, but there are a few, and I dream of masturbation, sometimes I wonder if I AM masturbating as I sleep. I've dreamt about people before meeting them and buildings and places without being in them. I've had dreams come true word for word and recurring dreams. I've had realistic ones and bizarre, abstract ones.

I've flown and floated in my sleep, sometimes losing control so I end up stuck to the ceiling. And just so you know, if you dream of falling off a cliff or something, you don't die when you hit the ground. I've survived it more than once.

For these reasons and more, I have decided to keep a dream journal. I've wanted to for years and have tried in the past, but to no avail. I figured if I keep it online, I might be more likely to keep it and that the more I write, the easier they will be to figure out and remember. I've also convinced myself that I'm prophetic, so if I keep a record, I will have proof later when they do come true.

This may or may not work out. It may or may not be interesting, but we'll see.

It's called id dreams because:

1)I am called by some 'Iddy' or 'The Id'
2)they're my dreams (or they will be)
3)The Id, according to Sigmund Freud, "is the centre of our primitive instincts; it is blind and ruthless and caters to the business of gratifying our desires and pleasures." Also, according to Freud, "'Dreams are invariably a product of conflict...releasing tensions that come from unattainable wishes.' It is the Id which unleashes our dreams; their meanings are expressed in symbols." [all this according to the second link that came up in Google.]