It's common knowledge that competitive sleepers, in their quest for controlled, elegant and statuesque sleep often lose their natural ability to dream.
I've decided to do a series of posts that will share and recount what we call "free dreaming." The casual sleeper has access to a wonder of wandering dreams. When I was younger and a free dreamer, my mother logged each dream knowing, that each one might be the last. When I look at these old records of my dreams I must admit that I wish free dreaming were a sport itself. My mother not only logged my dreams as I described them in the morning but she noted the details about my pajamas, mattresses or anything unique about that night.
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