Why can't I remember my GOOD dreams?

[McClain]

Okay. I've had a ton of fucked up dreams. That previous one I mentioned is just the tip of the iceburg.
I had the following dream way before I even started dating the girl that would end up being my wife: In the dream I was walking out of my parents house to the garage. I looked down to see that I was Ashley (now my wife) and that I was wearing a bikini. I somehow knew that it was only temporary. Realizing this, I got excited. I was going to run inside and play with my genitals. You know, because I've never been a woman before and I wanted to experience the mystery that is a female orgasm. It was a bizzare excitement to have boobs, too. But right as I was walking through the screen door (probably on my way to the fridge for a cucumber) I woke up. And I'll admit that I was pissed. I had my own nana and hoohoo's to play with and I didn't get the chance.

I also have dreams where I can fly. I have to get a running start, but if I concentrate hard enough I start to float up in the air. In one of my dreams I was flying over my neighbors house. Looking down from above, I saw a dead bird in the rain gutter. Don't ask why I remember seeing that, I just did. The dream ended. Then the next day my elderly neighbors called me over to help them with some yard work. I'd mow their lawn and do other menial taskings often for them. A neighbor kid was playing with his kickball and accidentally kicked it on their roof. When I went up there to retrive the ball I saw a dead bird in the gutter.

FEAR!