Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Shortly after I woke up from an unusually healthy nine hours of sleep, the police helicopter started circling nearby. (No, that wasn't what woke me -- it started while I was checking my email.) I woke up from the tail end of a dream. I don't often remember dreaming. It's always been that way, even before the fibromyalgia -- I'll remember having dreamt a few times a month maybe (and not at all, some months), and remember anything about the dreams less often than that.

I wonder whether perhaps I just don't stay asleep long enough to dream, sometimes. But that probably doesn't explain my seldom remembering my dreams as a child. (Though I do remember a couple especially vivid childhood dreams and one or two from high school, including a recurring childhood nightmare about being chased through a castle by a giant, half-eaten crab (which the rest of my family had been eating, but not me, and which somehow had a spine and was walking upright), and a recurring as-the-alarm-clock-went-off dream from later, about being in a one-man spaceship.)