More on the subject of dreams....
One of my earliest dream memories occurred when I was about four years old. My dad was in the Air Force, and he had a tour of duty in Libya. He left when I was almost 3 and returned just before my 5th birthday. One night during his absence, I had a dream that he'd returned home. It was so vivid and so real that I jumped out of bed and ran into my parents' room to see him. He wasn't there; my mom had to explain to me that it was just a dream and he would be home in a few months. All these years later, I still remember every detail of that dream. I wonder how many memories lie buried in my subconscious. I wish I could recall other incidents of my life as clearly as I recall that dream.