And yes, I remember a goodly proportion of my dreams. Every morning, I sort them out and determine which ones I want to commit to long-term memory, and which I can let go of. I still remember dreams I had when I was 5, or 15, or whatever. And sometimes, if I'm lucky, I sometimes get to go back to the world that hosted the Really Good ones. ;-)
Though it was kind of weird, the other night. I spent the night's dreamspace doing a debug session on my brain, because I have been malaproping a lot lately, somehow swapping in similar words for the ones I want (recent example: CalTrans for CalTrain), and this is getting to be very upsetting to me. I sure hope the debug session worked... (I first remember doing a mind debug session when I was 6, and I needed to go in and break a looping thought process--though I didn't have a term for what I was doing, at the time.)
I feel, today, like I need another sleep session soon, though. I didn't want to wake up this morning, and there is the feeling my brain needs more escape time than it's been getting. Probably something to do with the headach-y insomnia session I suffered on Sunday night. I feel a bit feverish, too. Probably some low-grade bug...
Dreamtime, can't live without it.