I seem to go through cycles of remembering dreams for a couple weeks and then not remembering them. Here’s a few recent ones:
I was at a Japanese restaurant trying out my Japanese with the Japanese… and Steve Martin and Linda Ronstadt walked in. I introduced myself and since there were no empty tables I offered that they sit at mine since I was alone. Then we started talking about acting and my favourite Steve Martin films. I pretty much ignored Ronstadt.
I was walking along the beach and I found the carcass of a giant squid. It seemed petrified and mostly buried so I spent a lot of time trying to dig it out. It was missing it’s two tentacles (not to be confused with its eight arms). It was pretty cool!
