Strange Events…

A friend stayed over at my place last night.
I showed him this blog site.
It prompted a discussion about dreams and lucid dreaming.
My friend confessed that he does not remember his dreams. Apparently he had not remembered a dream for over five years.
He told me about the last dream he remembered…

He dreamt that he was in his old school. He talked of passageways and staircases, of high balconies and looking over the edge of the highest step.

He described the dream in magnificent detail. He spoke in high esteem about his old headmaster and of the ghosts that haunted the old building at night.
I said that it was a shame that he did not remember his dreams.
The conversation went on until late.
We finished a bottle of wine and decided to call it a night.

I woke up well past twelve o’clock the next day. I made my way to the kitchen to make coffee.
As I poured my first cup I heard my friends alarm on his phone ringing loudly from the guest bedroom.
Before I knew it he was with me in the kitchen.
He was excited and wide eyed.
He was full of tales of dreams…

Dreams he remembered.