In dreams, always in dreams...

I don't dream at night.

It's been this way for five or six years and I don't know how it started. Maybe it was because I used to get these nightmares and maybe some kind of safety-switch in my brain shut off the dreams to keep me from having the nightmares (in case you're wondering: No, I've stopped smoking that!)

When I tell people about this they say that I probably still have the dreams, I just don't remember them.

But there was one exception: A while back I dreamed I saw a flying eagle with it's wings spread out. The next day I learned a Space Shuttle had exploded in flight.

Now, that was wierd!