I have really vivid dreams. Sometimes they are sweet, sometimes adventurous, sometimes deja vu, sometimes horrible. Sometimes they are beautiful connections, sometimes lessons and answers, sometimes premonitions, sometimes a launching point for astral exploration, sometimes subconscious goo. I'm thankful for the experiences and for often remembering them.
I have many journals sloppily filled with them. I go through stretches where I don't write them down, or - frustratingly - write them down on scraps of paper, but I like when I really write them down properly in journals. I started this one in September.